The Boy on the Road

Every day, around four,

A boy, he walks by

With a look filled with hope.

And a shine in his eye.

 

He wears no socks.

He rarely wears shoes.

But he gets along fine.

He doesn’t need new.

 

He has an old guitar,

Around his back.

In his scraggly arms he carries a cat.

They are covered in her claw filled scratches,

Along with bruises, cuts and burns from matches.

 

His hair is a mess,

And he ain’t the best dressed.

But unlike me,

He’s never depressed.

 

He wears that same plaid old shirt,

All covered with dirt.

And his jeans are too small,

But he don’t care at all.

 

In the sun,

His green eyes glow.

There’s something secret,

That he knows. 

 

The way he puffs, his cigarette.

With a look,

I could never forget.

 

Every late, afternoon,

He walks by humming,

That same old tune.

Starting since, back in June.

 

He never seems to change his mood.

Even when people say things to him, very crude.

Or make fun of his feet,

Because their expectations of shoes, he just can’t meet.

 

One day I saw him, peering up at the falling snow.

As I looked through, my frostbit win-dow.

He never walks by anymore.

And I now feel no reason,

To look out my door. 

 

Reviews

[Arizona Sky]

I liked the plot of the poem and understood it greatly.
Just as constructive critism...nothing bad...but try to let more flow in it. Break down the sentences if you need to.
But I really do enjoy your passion for it...you can feel it in your writing. I like the idea very much too!

[Gone]

This is good work and Arizona Sky has some good advice which I believe will make this good piece of work even better.