Salvation Corner

By Richard L. Provencher
Mon, 30 Jan 2012
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Here comes someone
looking prosperous
in a three-piece suit
probably with a billfold full
of large paper numbers
heading in my direction.
I give the Sally Ann
bell another dingle
anticipating a
good-sized donation
such a need and a trail
of stories requiring clothes
and food in great supply.
Comes up and smiles
pauses with hickory cane
tucked under arm
reaches into his pocket and
jingles a handful.
Takes time to discern
and cheerfully drops in
his inheritance
as I turn away and hear
Clink.
© Richard L. Provencher
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Hello Richard, L. Prov, I
Hello Richard, L. Prov,
I can identify with your poem having stood outside a supermarket with collecting tin, which, by the way one is not allowed to rattle as apparently people can find it intimidating.
And it is always the poorest looking people that don't walk past.
I remember a homeless person in Manchester who used to shout "Only need another couple of bob before I'm off to Florida!
And that last word "clink" carries such finality.
Really enjoyed reading this.
Moya
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You capture a huge issue in
Permalink Submitted by gerardineanne on
You capture a huge issue in a moment,
loved it.
Thanks
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