Funny How It Is

 

 

Growing up through

A tangled jumble of

Rusted pipes and 

Discarded bits and

Pieces, odds and ends,

It smiled in all of its

Glorious redness as

It leaned against the

Paint peeled weather

Beaten wall, it

Reminded me of  the

Street man Charlie,

Growing up through

Indescribable background

And circumstances to

Sometimes sleep

Under cardboard against

The same wall,

Funny how it is,

People walking by

Would recognize the

Flower as a rose,

They would smile

And say awww,

When they saw Charlie

They would shake their

Heads and hurry away.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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