Tuesday, January 13, 2009

What to Believe

Yesterday I saw a man on the street
He wasn't dead beat or tired
Dressed in jeans and other attire
White beard pretty clean, eyes unfrozen
Nothing out of place, nothing broken
He was holding a sign in black ink
"Homeless. No casa. Please help me."
And I sat in the car, passenger seat
Wondering whether or not to believe
The story he told, or was it just a lie?
Judging whether or not to buy this for real
Driver just turned the wheel
Ignored him
We've seen so many things in our lives
A lot of half-truths, just plain lies
Everybody tries to get theirs for free
And I've grown cold to those around me
I don't feel sorry for him because he looked
Perfectly fine, get out, get a job, dollar or dime
It's crazy
We're so dependent on medication
That we don't know the meaning of dedication and
Hard work
Too lazy to utter an "erk"
Keep moving along, passing by, gone...


Vyolet said...

"Dressed in jeans and other attire."
Simple and beautiful turn of phrase.

Anonymous said...

this was an awesome poem i think this is the best poem ive read in along time


word = speaking/singing
(word) = whispering/echo
[word] = stern voice/screaming