Another one of my scribblings...
What's the Big Issue?
Awakening from his sleep he stretches,
Dressed in designer jeans and
he's once again ready for the day ahead.
And when he reaches his workplace
He watches them pass by,
once his equals.
Gorging on fast food and confectionary goods.
They cast him a glance,
a guilty look.
Some spare him change,
those that don't he spits upon,
there but for the grace of God...
He sees faces he recognises
and they stare,
trying to place thus familiar stranger.
It unnerves them
and that makes him smile.
When the shoppers dissipate
he returns to his doorway,
his cardboard home.
Sips his medicine from a bourbon bottle
and dreams in colour.
He sees his daughter's face
which illuminates his life.
Hears cries of
He glances at his wife,
overtired and over patient.
Visions of prosperity dance before his eyes.
Saville suits and Chelsea boots.
Signs of success
When the sun rises he opens his eyes
and faces reality
painted in black and white.