here is on from when i was in like grade 8
seems like forever ago...


The Death of a Bum
© 2007 Nicholaus Billings

As he lay dying
in a dark, dark alleyway
he lay withering
as mentally he tries to run away.
He rests in a box
with no possessions to call his own
as he lay thinking,
to the pain
he lets out a moan.
While we sit at home
and watch our TV
all we think about
is me, me, me.
So patiently he sits and waits
for the time when he should die,
he sits and wonders
“why me, God, why?”
When finally he’s died and gone
none of us know
and life goes on
Now he’s beyond, counting his life’s sum
coming to terms with dying a bum.


hope this finds you all well!

nick

If you give them the tools, you give them a chance.
ngb