I AM HOMELESS
By Richard L. Provencher
Sat, 11 Aug 2018
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by trade and my voice
at times -- gruff
with sounds as a log crashing
against a rock
in a stream once
silent in the forest at night.
Quarters thrown
onto the blanket by my side
are lonesome
for others to follow. So
few from outside
a bar in this town where
a pint of brew soaked
up change one once knew.
Life was mean
life was strong to me
and I found myself on the side
of the first highway that
found my shoes.
Tonight grows older
than I can handle
rain on the way and worry
not worth a penny--
got my blanket
my guitar and my mind
even if I ain’t got enough cash.
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1 User voted this as great feedback
lots of good lines, what a
the first bit - what a way to describe how someone sounds!
also very much liked :
"Tonight grows older
than I can handle"
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