The Porch
Where I meet up with real guys,
Men who've lost all of
What they once had; for a
Few that meant a lot, for
Most there never was much to lose.
I'm learning the
Street
Is all about loss--
Lost families,
Lost children,
Lost health,
Lost hope,
Dreams shot to hell and back over
Stupid stuff and some tragedies.
Thursday, I sat down on
The Porch,
Billy's porch,
Where I met up with real guys, we drank
Coffee together; and
I expect we lied about our lives;
Not a few made
Fun of money and efforts to help.
Some,
Covered in pre-Christmas
Depression could
Hardly talk without a
Tear trickling down, deep down in the
Voice.
Merry
Christmas, again,
Out here.
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