I’m poor folks too
knowing where the church
meals are, home cooked
reminding me of mom. Thank you
everyone for thinking of me
in my time of need
standing at street corners playing
my guitar
picking up free clothes at Sally Ann
all for the price of a couple
of prayers.
Momma and pop, you did your best
and I did not listen enough
can’t seem to find a job, but then
some say my squeegee days
can count for one.
Now I lay me down to sleep
this cardboard box mine to keep
the bedding is fine and one day soon
I’m sure God will take me in.
© Richard L. Provencher
Comments
jolono | May 16, 2012 - 18:21
Loved it Rich, full of imagery and meaning. Especially the last verse. Great stuff!
scratch | May 16, 2012 - 22:18
Superb as always Richard. I love poetry that also plays a narrative - and you play it so well.
Richard L. Prov... | May 17, 2012 - 01:15
Thank you, jolono. Your encouragement is appreciated. Rich
Richard L. Prov... | May 17, 2012 - 01:21
And thank you too, Scratch. This idea jiggled around my mind this am, then tumbled out of my fingers later. Sometimes I almost burst from an idea that must be allowed to flower. Cheers, Richard