In The Pale Misty MorningA Poem by Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de GrahamThis is one of two pieces that I have written, over the years, that addresses the unfortunate plight of those who have become homeless for one reason or another of the many reasons that do exist ...In The Pale Misty Morning Written By Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham Copyright © 2021 Marvin Thomas Cox DBA: Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham All Rights Reserved AUTHOR'S PRELIMINARY NOTE: I have experienced homelessness first hand as one who found himself with no where to stay or live in gleaning my meals via the art of Dumpster Diving ... In the pale misty morning of night gone by, a train whistle echoes through the fading fog, the old man's shivers wet with morning dew, yet another night of sleeping upon the ground.
His home but a thicket of trees in open field, a bit of shelter from wind and a prying view, emptied bottles of release clutter the ground, a brown paper bag flutters in a gentle breeze.
Waking another day not a happy thought at all, just a repeat of so many countless yesterdays, living become prison served one day at a time, dying that pardon which seemed always denied.
Bones aching with joints popping in complaint, arising to curse the coming heat of a fuller day, 'twas gonna be a hot one and a scorcher for sure, eyes peek at sun poking holes in melting clouds.
Struggling for balance with shaky standing legs, takes a morning whiz contemplating his options, dumpster dive over begging sounded reasonable, dumpsters kinder than people passing judgment.
Hunger sidelined as nature gives its morning call brown paper bag a repository for the number two, blades of grass sacrificed upon a two cheeks altar, stuffing ripped from his dirt is soil only mattress.
Dons scraggly cap whilst pawing at scruffy beard, slow limping wobble his accustomed elderly gait, makes for uptown offers of a meal not yet rancid, pondering means of another day's bottles secured.
Battle over dumpster dibs life's routine daily vigil, whilst some folk share where as other folk won't, knowing when grub hits the dumpsters a positive, food discarded rather than offer a meal to the poor.
Profits know nothing of kindness felt compassion jollies gleaned in the watching of poor folk grovel judgmental folk clueless to wearing of same shoes another day another dollar, a lie fed to those gullible.
Settles for leavings of last evening's deli chicken, better meal than a growling gut rumbling all day, odd job sought as opportunity's chance for cash, heading for field's thicket toting forty's in hand.
In the pale misty morning of night gone by, a train whistle echoes through the fading fog, tainted chicken's puking and bloody diarrhea1, beer numbs the pain as death draws him near, at long last -- his pardon has come through today ... (Written September 10th, 2021) 1 Puking and Bloody Diarrhea: Symptoms of E.coli �" Symptoms of Shiga toxin-producing E. coli (STEC) infection vary for each person, but often include severe stomach cramps, diarrhea (often bloody), and vomiting. Some people may have a fever, which usually is not very high (less than 101˚F/38.5˚C). Most people get better within 5 to 7 days. Some infections are very mild, but others are severe or even life-threatening. https://www.cdc.gov/ecoli/ecoli-symptoms.html © 2024 Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham
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7 Reviews Added on August 3, 2022 Last Updated on January 14, 2024 Tags: Life, Philosophy, Humanity, The-Human-Race, Homelessness-in-America, Poverty AuthorMarvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de GrahamSmalltown, TXAbout“Hello! Welcome to my profile page. As a Creative Writer, I pen a variety of material that ranges from piss poor attempts at Poetry, to morbidly Dark Fiction, to investigative, in depth, re.. more..Writing
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