The Beggar and the BabeA Poem by DaveBoy87A poem reflecting and contrasting two different stages of life, amongst other nuancesThe Beggar and the Babe
By Dave Brogdon
A curious child breathes deeply from the cool breeze
Filling his lungs with hints of cinnamon, apples, pine
cones, and everything autumn
He feels safe
And happy
The wind pushes through his favorite orange sweater and
tickles his skin
But the yellow sun rays keep him warm
He wonders if the tiny red bug stays warm
As it crawls across the smooth stone pathway
Up in the deep blue sky, among the cotton candy clouds
His willing ears pick up a beautiful symphony
The birds are tweeting their love songs
He laughs
Silly birds
Maybe if he runs very fast
He can fly too
Or maybe today he will be a pirate
His belly is still full of mom’s stew
Today will be an adventure
……
The old man grumbles his way to the iron framed park bench
The cold wind cuts through his thin brown jacket
Making his bones shake
He hates the cold
It hurts his knees as he sits down
The wooden boards are hard against his back
They offer no compassion for an old man
Doesn’t anyone care to make things comfortable anymore?
His stomach rumbles
Still complaining of his last bland meal
The sharp wind tears at the dry cracks on his lips and hands
The bright sun nearly blinds his eyes
As he looks up at the dull sky
He can feel the hard stone under his thin shoes
And he can hear the annoying chirping of the birds
He reaches into his pocket for another cough drop
That may help delay the pain of the next coughing fit
But his pocket is empty
What a miserable day
What a miserable life. © 2018 DaveBoy87 |
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