I Guess We Will Never Know
Everyone has a hidden story
On a quiet corner on the outskirts of town
Sits a man with a crumpled brow
How he got it and where from,
We will probably never know
Every day he just appears
Sits down by the road
What haunts him most
Curses every part of his soul
When people judge him
Before they really know.
He has loved before
So many times
But each time they let him go
He bore the scars and sacrificed the love
Took his broken heart
And moved on down the road
But no one cares, and no one knows
Just exactly where he’s been
What sort of life has he endured
We will never really know.
Occasionally, he lifts his head
To look at passersby
With his soulful eyes of emerald green
His sadness starts to show
You can see that he has suffered
In some condescending way
He doesn’t beg, he doesn’t plead
He just rocks back and forth
Patting his tiny dog
What he is thinking we will never know.
He knows his life will never change
He accepts what he has got
Grateful that he has one friend
His furry little guy
As the sun begins to fall
I wonder where he will go?
A house of cardboard boxes
Or a park bench to call his own
Does he have food for them to eat?
I guess we will never know.
As I stare, his head is bent, looking at the ground
He feels my vision that is fixated on him
And his head begins to rise
I look into those deep green eyes
He smiles with the warmth of a fire
I walk up to this mortal man
And give him a hundred-dollar bill
God bless you, man, and your little dog
Maybe tonight you can sleep and eat well
That much I now know.
Till next time,
Calvin
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Calvin London
I write fiction, non-fiction and poetry about all things weird and wonderful, past and present. Life is full of different things to spark your imagination. All you have to do is embrace it - join me on my journey.
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Comments (5)
Thought provoking poem & beautiful image.
You wrote this beautifully, even though it's so sad. It's true; there is always a story behind each person, no matter the circumstances, there is always a story behind.
So many around like this. Heartbreaking. Great job, I loved your poem. I have to say - I HATE seeing the ones with cardboard signs with pets. I know they need someone/thing to love but always wonder: is the pet taken care of well? Is it a ploy for sympathy? A conundrum. And many walk around the corner and get in their decent car. So I give to organizations. (I know some people will dislike me for saying these things.)
Really is touching‼️
This touched my heart so much. Loved it!