Under the Bridge

Under the Bridge

A Poem by Lorriman
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a poem about poverty and homelessness

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Black Space
(eyes without a face)
Poverty lingers 
like an ill gotten taste
giving up her secrets to no man;
teaching lessons in life
at every turn.

Poverty taught me to be frugal
how to beg, borrow or steal
live on £1 a day to eat once a day
the truthful instinctual perusal
the unreal zeal
blocking the thoughts of hunger
the puerile senses; 
the basics on how to feel.

In the near dark I found you
sheltering from the storm
under the bridge just like I was
wrapped in mottled harsh cloth
sitting on cardboard for warmth.

You spoke many languages
had a degree in anthropology
and a penchant for gambling 
and alcohol;
we shared a bowl 
of disregarded noodles
in the rain.

© 2014 Lorriman


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Added on September 22, 2014
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Lorriman
Lorriman

Glasgow, Scotland, United Kingdom



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