Too many 'down-and-outs' in London

The Bin Raider

Walking disjointedly,
Like an automaton,
He paused at the bin
To retrieve
A discarded
Coke cup.
Without hesitation,
He drank from the straw,
Till he'd emptied it,
Then neatly replaced it
In the bin,
For the next raider.

Crushed by his poverty,
I wanted to rush off
The bus
And give him money.
But a few coins
Bring back
His dignity,
Or soothe his
Mental wounds.
He would need
A whole new

Poetry by Esti D-G The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2007-04-09 at 12:13

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Rob Graber
with no new mind
on the radar screen
i bet he'd have settled
for a few coins