Street Kid
By Richard L. Provencher
Mon, 25 Jun 2012
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View a child
in unknown fame
no fancy toys for him
no fancy duds
name brand labels to define him
no daddy with shiny car
nor iPod nor plasma TV to share
but playing in alleys around--
garbage bins his claim.
© Richard L. Provencher
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Nice thoughts Richard. I
Permalink Submitted by Parson Thru on
Nice thoughts Richard. I like the way you encapsulate the middle stanzas.
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I know what you mean Rich. I
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I know what you mean Rich. I remember when I first moved to a big city, seeing where the kids hung out compared with the rivers and fields that we had. But I suppose, like everything, a lot comes down to the individual. Not everyone I grew up with turned out ok. I certainly had my moments :) Poverty is a funny thing. Losing everything is a trauma. Never having had much? I'm not sure. My mam's family came from a slum (sorry mam!) and they all turned out fine. My nan was one of the loveliest people that ever lived. A debate that will never run out of steam.
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