poem by: Jazz Force
Written on Dec 03, 2017

I was walking past a park bench
and saw the shopping cart
It didn't talk to me with words
When I passed by
There was nothing but a few left overs
Half eaten food
A family picture
Strangers who said good bye
One dog past starvation
A bitter wind blew the chess pieces 
Of someones days 
Choice & fate
Early & late
Human phantoms
broken parts of us
Look, here comes the bus-


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Frank byrne commented on Dec 04, 2017 at 7:36pm
........could that be the funny bus?.......
Jazz Force commented on Dec 04, 2017 at 7:38pm
There's nothing funny about homelessness schmuck!
Frank byrne commented on Dec 06, 2017 at 6:52pm
...Oh, so that's what it's about! "obvious,"........ok, I'm a schmuck?...I don't give a *uck!......Mr Farce....hahaha..


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