December Entry for Stormy's poetry newsletter. |
DIGNITY The city centre’s decked up like a bride And the air carries wafts of fat being fried The Christmas trees decorating the shop windows Promise wares that shoppers have never tried People are rushing, shopping for more A lot of them thronging the Apple store But sitting across the street right in front, My bedraggled state must be quite an eyesore For I’m but a poor homeless creature On a posh landscape, I’m an undesirable feature Oh ! The indignity of a beggar’s life You’d be surprised I was once a school teacher But one monetary blunder and my life’s turned to dust Did you ever hear of life being fair and just? My lofty dreams have turned to dreams of survival Now I dream of a job, spare cash, even of human trust I queued up for a cleaner’s job in a restaurant here The doorman treated me as if I were a buccaneer The job would have been my Christmas present But not for the first time, I found it disappear Christmas Eve is here with weather so stern The cold midnight air on the cheek does burn As I try to sleep huddled by the street To white wisps of ice my breaths do turn Down the street, I hear voices raised and muffled I walk towards them, a little dazed and baffled It’s the same doorman fighting some drunken youths As he’s being pushed around and being ruffled He didn’t grant my Christmas present, but I will assist Stomach gets the kick and my jaws get the fist Lights flash, a boom and a feeling of sharp pain The bullet’s hit its mark, and everything’s turned to mist Yet now is when I see things in full clarity This Christmas, my present is some dignity for a little charity Lived the life of a beggar, but I die the death of a soldier What life wished for, death delivered with great alacrity ! |