Monday, December 2, 2013

Winter Streets

He was a poor man

Clothed in rags

The dirt and filth
of the streets
had not only taken toll
of his clothing
but his body as well

Emaciated as he was
with little to eat
he had found his way
into a back alley
to escape the wind
and frozen temperatures
that had come with winter
to the city

What he found
was unbearable
for him to look upon

A dog huddled
in a far corner

Barely skin and bones
could be seen

The dog
shivering
looked up in despair

Lonely

Hungry

Frozen

On the brink of death

Tears formed
and ran down his cheeks

As he laid down
the dog didn't snarl
or growl

This poor man was accepted

He gave the dog
the last of his water

His last few crumbs of bread

And his warmth

As they spent their
last few moments
upon this earth
together


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