Come now, my friend, come walk with me
through streets of dreaded hell. Walk with
me to garbage dumps, dark alleys, nasty
mattresses smell-won’t you walk with
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Melvina...Another gritty poem about life on the street...well done! ! Hugs, Dee
You don't pull any punches, Melvina... hard hitting and blunt. Good write. Brian
Sorry Melvina, but this poem does't fit in this world.It isn't real that's my honest opinion, someone who walked that road, when the road was real
You touch a human being and your walk is worth than a mile because you feel the real heart beat. She is a friend you called what a beauty of that fine word?
You walk a fine-line tightrope 'tween prose & poetry once in awhile...like here.However you pull it off with a dexterity of smoothness...Avery fine storyline & delivery, Melvina
YIKES! very captivating poem. but, i'd like to hear this person's story: David Tanguay (1/8/2007 6: 41: 00 PM) Sorry Melvina, but this poem does't fit in this world.It isn't real that's my honest opinion, someone who walked that road, when the road was real i wonder if he is still alive and on PH. i see it was 2007. this shall go to MyPoemList. i especially appreciated: Won’t you take me by the arm, lift me if you can, or would you shy away leaving me here- and One day a hose will blow my way, I shall fall to the ground, swept away like waste in a barn, I’ll lay dead and mutilated. bri ;)