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.
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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