HARD TO SAY
It was hard to say which was thinner...
His mottled gray, disheveled hair
Or the ten-years-out-of-date sweater he hugged
Tightly about the thinness of his shoulders.
If you looked very closely
You could almost see where a touch of color
Once sat on lips thin as angel hair
Which parted in a thin as death smile.
If you listened to the words
You could almost hear past the
Tinkling of coins in his cup...the same one
He would use to sip his thin as water soup.
If you noticed the shoes two sizes too large
With designer name and thin worn soles on sock-less feet,
You might wonder if he was playing a scam...
It would be hard to say.
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By Sharon Peeples
© 2008 Sharon Peeples
(All rights reserved)
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