Thief

Innocent eyes look up at every man and woman,

A grumbling stomach cries out for food, 

And a face to show the pain of every day. 

Stumbling in its walk, 

It trips over rocks,

While tiredly enduring the painstaking day. 

A small thief, 

Homeless,

And young bounds its way around. 

Perhaps a rich mansion would bring him some food,

  Maybe honey,

Or money.

In the middle of a ballroom while the ladies dance around,

He tiptoes behind the men and makes not a sound,

The boy steals without hesitation,

He keeps in mind a hopeful future destination.

A tall mansion high in the sky,

Possibly even a lovely pie.

The thief licks his lips as he takes a woman's purse,

The money! The joy! The lovely things he could buy!

He takes another dollar before leaving,

Yet, he knew, not everyday would be a payday.

By, tomorrow, he'd be hungry and far from hope.

Author's Note

It has been a while since I've written a poem... It's kind of rough but I hope you still enjoyed it. :)

Reviews

[Cicera]

I like it. It is not full with the fragrant variations of garden ramblings that most poets return to theirselves to find inspiration for which to give out in their verse. But as my strong bee instinct does not tell me that you are a thief or were ever a thief, I find this version of writing much honest and truer to reality. Whereas, the neatness and compactness that this writing style provides makes it much possible to create a bordered area where not only thoughts do not ramble in and out of the subject, but work firmly together-with an aspect of social realism-to bring to us this description of the thief.

Now if there is anything bad that one must mention, this thief is not going to grant you it.

I like it. Furthermore, it is well written.

[Muse]

What is sad....these children are not born criminals...they are doing the only thing they know how to do in order to survive. I'll admit it...if my children were starving...I'd steal too if I had to in order to feed them. Two wrongs don't make a right...but it's not their fault...they did not ask for this life.

[Wendy Seames Garner]

Something is so wrong with this world, a child should not have to resort to thievery in order to eat.

[Tate Morgan]

It is always a heart wrenching thing to have a child tug our strings.I cant help but feel for them.They cant help but feel like life has cheated them

[Daytonight]

Well done as everything always is that you write. Keep on penning!

[Black]

i like the poem
thanks for sharing!
i missed the stuff you wrote
deep and emotional!

[STAR CHILD]

oh this is so heartbreaking it does grip you in sadness good work