Window Shopper

Window Shopper

A Poem by Thomas Sawyer
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Window shopper, y'all know what that is.

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The Big Mart beckons to me with her neon lights

The shoes I see through her windows call me by name

Like an obedient little dog I haste to answer

But look is all I can, I’m just a window shopper.

 

Life passes me by as I look through the windows

The shirts crying for me to rescue them from their hangers

One day, maybe one day I’ll be able to buy from this Mart

But today all I hear is “Go away, Mr. Window shopper”

 

I live on the street, push a cart and eat from trash

The sun is my dearest and only constant neighbor

Maybe I’ll mow a lawn, clean a pool or empty a bin

Else make my life harder, and forever remain a window shopper!

 

© 2011 Thomas Sawyer


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your poems are full of emotion

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This was painful to read. You did such a good job with this one but it makes one sad to see another walking around with nothing. If I had the money, I'd take him inside of that Mart and he could have anything.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

intense poem..i find myself feeling for this window shopper and emotionally wanting to help him out. another good poem :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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