OldHomeless

OldHomeless

Monday Jan 17 MLKJ Day

OldHomeless

The newspapers were flying in the wind coming around the corner he stooped over to get each Page before they left flying he stuffed them into his box he had the overhang from the Church eave to keep the rain off no one else in this City is dry but me no frost to catch no water to mop under me the boys were only four of them on boards they skated ne'er the old Man then they started to walk the boards then started skating again he told them “”sound is like the hurricane”” they startled him they even snarled to him “”we do not have to be nice to You old Man.”” Old homeless wept. How rude the children in the City are today. The papers kept coming so he went to the corner to see who did it is it she is there flipping them into the wind the wind is sucking them into the corner where he is sitting. Nice job says the old Man. She is peeling the papers from the stack of twenty high. The push Cart hidden so the COPS will not steal it or even see it they would make her take it back to the store the trip is twenty miles in snow in this City. He patted her hands then kissed her cheek she loved him they could not sleep in the same box but not even on the same street. But he would dive around the corner iff she needed help tonight for saving her is why he stayed there now. The love in some old men sleeps deep in the heart of the old homeless where no one sees. “”Whistle louder iff you need me.”” She grinned the homeless grin. It splashed across her face looking like diamonds to him. Eye hope they both Wake upp tomorrow. IN the City where no one cares.