By Bogdan Dragos
there was a new guy in the park
among the homeless
He arrived just after the mayor had
eradicated all
the tents and improvised huts
and it was easy to spot him
He was the one who
always had a book in his hand, always
reading
“Check out the new guy,” they
said. “An intellectual. Heh, hey buddy,
what you reading that for? Not like
you gonna get a degree that’ll take
your ass outta here anytime soon. Haaahahah!”
He was reading his own poems
from a time when
he was young and his dreams were
still alive
Today nothing was alive
but misery itself
(Bio: Bogdan Dragos supervises casinos for a gambling company, working twelve-hour shifts locked in a dark office full of TV monitors. There he mostly daydreams and writes poems and stories. He also manages a poetry blog at bogdandragos.com
He has a book of poetry which can be purchased at Amazon or our Bookstore.)
The want of unfulfilled dreams makes misery a faithful companion. Sad…Wonderfully written. 🙂
(.づ◡﹏◡)づ. Few things in this world feel as bad as having to live with unfulfilled dreams.
Many thanks for checking it out 🙂
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Every homeless person must have had dreams, poignant words.
Thank you!
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