Poverty This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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I saw an old man

hobbling along the desolate alley

- a place he called home -

his clothes

were ragged and torn

and what shone through was

skin as blue as the sea

the clothes that were still on him

were coming off

like a snake shedding its skin

his face was a gruesome sight,

it was like a wrinkled prune

telling of his past and future

with the many lines of life

I felt my face

it was smooth and young,

not wrinkled

how could I just stand there

watching

without bursting into tears

and the tears be pity for

this horrible sight of poverty I was witnessing

but through one of those lines of life

there was a gash as deep

as the Grand Canyon

this gash held many secrets of this

man's life

but who could call this life -

searching through filthy barrels

for any scraps to fulfill his needs,

sleeping on the frozen ground

with tiny shreds of newspaper

to keep him warm

Who could call this life?




This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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superwoman said...
Feb. 27, 2014 at 2:43 pm
I was really inspired by your poem, may i use a couple of phrases from it for my school competition please, thanks
 
Electricity This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 12, 2009 at 8:02 pm
I love this poem! Keep up the good job! ^.^
 
mindy M. said...
Mar. 1, 2009 at 10:30 pm
it's very interesting, writing about those who are wise in age, but hold secrets only for them to know.who's to say thats not a life?
 
madkay said...
Nov. 21, 2008 at 1:21 pm
this is super cooool, i based my artowrk for my artclass off of this poem
 
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