Poetry
by Tina Trivett
The
Smile
Lick my wounds, hold on again
My time will have to wait
Howls of pain soon quieted
Pushed behind the walls I've built
Hidden behind this smile I wear
The garment everyone prefers
Mister
Can You Spare A Dime?
When it all came crashing down
Dust storms were pushing me back East
Heavy dark clouds have been hovering
Like being at the bottom of a black pond
Mister can you spare a dime?
A hot meal is mothers milk
Manna comes with many faces
A squeaky screen door or
A boxcar full of toothless grins
Mister can you spare a dime?
The provider can't provide
But not for lack of trying
Soles wore thin and made of cardboard
Heart wore thin and made of lead
Mister can you spare a dime?
A lover waits through old lace curtains
A Father lies beneath the ground
Old church hymnal is barely breathing
Growling and gnarling sound from within
Mister can you spare a dime?
Hands calloused and legs numb
A thousand miles and a thousand lifetimes ago
I walk in the valley of death
Pride is but a memory
Mister can you spare a dime?
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