November 2022
Wayne Hebb
whebb2014@gmail.com
Bio Note: I am a retired RCMP officer who enjoys writing in all forms. I live with my wife of 45 years in the city of St. John's, a beautiful city plagued by RDF (rain, drizzle, and fog) but when the sun shines it radiates.

Bananas

The old man walks from his car,
A ten-year-old Honda, faded red,
To the grocery store.
Bananas, he thought and maybe
A few cans of beans, the ones with
Molasses in the sauce, tomato sauce sucks
Eighty-five dollars for gas
And that was today
Tomorrow might be
Five dollars more.
He needed gas more than
The food this week
A job, sixty-five and he needed
A job, the pension cheque did not
Cut it anymore.
Checking his pockets, to find
Enough for a loaf of bread
The bum on the sidewalk 
Asks for spare change
©2022 Wayne Hebb
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