Wednesday, January 1, 2014

The Mean Streets Of Winter

He was a poor man

Homeless

Clothed in rags

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

Struggling to breathe
from the years of exposure
to the cities foul air

Emaciated
from the lack of food
and nutrition
with little to eat

Cold
he had found his way
into a back alley
to escape the wind
and frozen temperatures
that had come with winter

What he found
was unbearable
for him to look upon

A dog huddled
in a far corner
skin and bone
was all that could be seen

The poor beast shivering
looked up at the man
it's eyes held only despair
and loneliness

Hunger and thirst
were too obvious

Frozen and
on the threshold
of death

The sight of this dog
was too much
for the mans heart to bear
his tears began to flow
running down and freezing
upon his cheeks

As he laid down
next to the dog
his company
and what little warmth
he could share
was accepted

He gave the dog
the last of his water

His last few crumbs of bread

As they spent their
last few moments
upon this earth
together
they felt at peace
as they had each others
love and
compassion  



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