ChangeA Poem by KeelyJaneDirty and disheveled No shoes on his feet Tired and famished No food to eat His pockets empty His last penny spent All that remains A hole and some lint All he owns in a basket A box for a bed A story written in a notebook This is what it read: "I was sixteen when I left Nearly twenty two when I returned My left arm completely gone My right severely burned I wasn't just a boy I was so much more I was a soldier An asset to a war I gave my all I nearly gave my life I survived the struggle
Now I struggle to survive I was dealt a bad hand The system had four aces I went all in And came out among the faceless faces" As I finished reading I thought it somewhat strange For all that I owe this man Why does he only ask for change? © 2013 KeelyJaneFeatured Review
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Added on February 18, 2013Last Updated on February 19, 2013 AuthorKeelyJaneAlbuquerque, NMAboutI'm just a girl with a lifetime of experiences. I've taken from those experiences what can be put into words and poetically put them together to share with all of you. These are my contributions. .. more..Writing
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