ChangeA Poem by KeelyJaneDirty and disheveled No shoes on his feet Tired and famished No food to eat His pockets empty His last penny spent All that remains A hole and some lint All he owns in a basket A box for a bed A story written in a notebook This is what it read: "I was sixteen when I left Nearly twenty two when I returned My left arm completely gone My right severely burned I wasn't just a boy I was so much more I was a soldier An asset to a war I gave my all I nearly gave my life I survived the struggle
Now I struggle to survive I was dealt a bad hand The system had four aces I went all in And came out among the faceless faces" As I finished reading I thought it somewhat strange For all that I owe this man Why does he only ask for change? © 2013 KeelyJaneFeatured Review
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