Blue Concrete Christmas

For the guys down the corner, shopping carts and traffic lights, always spare a smoke and change...

Three not blind, with cardboard sign
In Bold black sharpie ink
Reminding neighbors of common mind
Kindly give a drink

They put together what luck collected
A combined sum of wine or beer
Teamwork in winter weather
Lessens the pangs and concrete meals

The guys are yours and mine
Uncle grandpas and bowling buds alike
Vegas Christmas for good guy joe
The traffic light as mistletoe

Blue concrete as sharp as snow
Mobile bedroom in their shopping cart
Grey as their grime blankets and throws
Layers of sweaters no reindeer art

With what I know and what I lack
Barely and does not change their facts
They have become a piece of the background
If I could I would share more

They could be you, your neighbors' drunk
Who's wives have left them in their dust
I wonder if every morning they are thankful to wake
Or have the gifts gone sour turn to shameful hate

When the day is gone, the traffic night light glows
Green yellow red artificial warmth
And the ground shimmers blue and minutiae grey
Drains the fight inside me, walking away

We all become prisoners
Unable to make a change
For now at least make it merry
Till the sun returns in May

The cardboard sign reminds us that
In this moment we are the same...

Reviews

[Matching Socks]

This shines a different light on Christmas. We get lost in the material things when we should be more aware of how little others have. Good one Butch.

[Butch Decatoria]

Thank you Ana for your kind review.

[Sami Khalil]

A poem with a heart and a message. Little choppy here( no cohesion) and there but that is my opinion only. Overall very good...:)...................