The Set Aside

[Frank E Gibbard]

In the cold of his box

Future to unfold lots

More knocks as a state

Unkind he's sure to find

A pitiful fate alright

For man dispossessed

And little if any rest

On pavements bleak

For those who seek

A vital drip of sleep

Who restless tramp

Days drearly damp

Then wearily slump

In the human dump

In this city's heart

Close to real wealth

Not one bit sharing

In worst of health

So few really caring

Flotsam of the road

A people set aside

Of no fixed abode

Most cannot abide

[Larsen M. Callirhoe]

hi amigo, how long did it take you to get this to flow the way it does? i like te way this felt on the tip of the tongue hen reading aloud. ty for the read frank

 

victor

[tonyv]

Not a pretty picture, Frank. This part got me:

 

In the human dump

In this city's heart

Close to real wealth

I'd prefer to be the one doing the slumming.

 

Tony