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Little Grey Cup
That little grey cup
beginning to rust
it lies
amongst the dust
and despair,
the loss,
and the fear
bent up and dirty
like half a man
with wheels as his chair
begrudging of what's past
and what surely won't last
the beltway, the mill
handouts disguised as a pill
his will, to scuff up his shoes
and shine for one more day
but all he hears
is the chink in his armor,
his cup
that's beginning to rust
and like him
soon
they'll both return to dust
beginning to rust
it lies
amongst the dust
and despair,
the loss,
and the fear
bent up and dirty
like half a man
with wheels as his chair
begrudging of what's past
and what surely won't last
the beltway, the mill
handouts disguised as a pill
his will, to scuff up his shoes
and shine for one more day
but all he hears
is the chink in his armor,
his cup
that's beginning to rust
and like him
soon
they'll both return to dust
Published 8th Aug 2019
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Homelessness series
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Anonymous
8th Aug 2019 9:40pm
Sigh...the despair in this one is palpable. That last stanza is like a punch in the gut. Gotta wake up to what's around us...it ain't ever all about us...
8th Aug 2019 10:28pm
