ParsimonyA Poem by chaireinferrascalaycaHe had a sharp look on his face. Dirt smothered all over Hands roughened by a decade’s toil His clothes tainted by various occupations he held through the years. Fumes clouded the air But he was oblivious to all that. He fixed his gaze to the street Enticing bystanders to take a ride. He held out his hand As soon as he heard a passenger cry, “Bayad.” Each coin an addition to pay his rent Each hard-earned centavo Food to feed his children’s hungry mouths. It was a quarter after two The heat pricking his tanned skin Sweat coming out of his arms’ pores He took the towel he usually hung around his neck Wiped off the trickling sweat on his forehead. “Just a few hours to go,” He thought to himself Not minding the heat now. About five more hours… And he’s on his way home. *Photo Credit: Ivan Jerald Gomez © 2011 chaireinferrascalaycaAuthor's Note
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Added on April 20, 2011 Last Updated on July 20, 2011 AuthorchaireinferrascalaycaIloilo City, VI, PhilippinesAboutI used to be part of my school's publication in high school and up until college. I never really had the time to exercise my ability because I was always news editor, and you know how it is-- no flatt.. more..Writing
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