Pavement days

All of those pavement days

Hard to sleep on without a blanket

All of those silly, twisted faces that ignore my extended hand

begging for change

“Not today” They say

Not tomorrow, either

These rats keep me company at night

Crawling on me, keeping me warm

Whispering sweet rabies in my ear

A beautiful serenade I'd rather not hear

Park strolling on a summers day

Today I am content

I forget about my hunger and play in the grass

at least I have a bench to sleep on

Reviews

[D.R. Wilsey Jr.]

Raw and brutally honest. A short glimpe into a trudging life where the only solace and happiness comes from sleeping on something other than pavement. The gutter reality of this piece is great. Not too much here I can complain with and I'll leave it at that. Thanks for the read.

[Notion]

I can feel the struggle here but I find this poem to be reflective of a life long ago left behind. I noticed this on a second read through 'all of those pavement days'. Grouping together days like it's an entire chapter of this persons life. You can be happy if you so choose.

[Jim Lozkittle]

Deep, heart piercing, almost felt like I was laying on the pavement as well.