New York City
by Edward David Schenck

He held a bottle to his mouth, taking swigs and acting rowdy
Guarding two or three tattered bags of the only possessions he owned
Tired, lonely, eyes wide and staring into space
In need of a bath and clean clothes for his body
He was begging for food and spare change
On the streets of New York City
He wore dirty clothes and shoes too small for his feet

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Poem Copyright 2002 by Edward David Schenck

 

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