By: Dylan Koval
A coin from a rich man,
A successful man, flutters into my jar.
A man with rich parents, and wealthy uncles.
I served in the war.
Almost lost the sizzling spark of life.
I came home a hero, but bound to a wheelchair.
Impaired, I lost everything.
No home. No family.
I am an egg.
The world; a giant wall.
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
No matter how hard I try,
No matter how badly I believe,
I am stuck.
Stuck within myself.
With no family,
A vulture for love, trapped within a cloud
Alone, with nothing,
All while these self indulging businessmen
With rich homes
And pretty wives
Bask in a life of luxury.
They are beautiful birds.
Soaring through the airs of success,
Born into a world of wealth, everything handed
To them on a silver platter.
“Why me,” I whisper to myself,
Alone in this dark alley,
With only the patter of rain for company.
The rain sings as I drift off to sleep.
These are the shoes of the homeless man
Empty husks of broken dreams
Littered with tiny wisps of hope.
Bare feet, without shoes for their home.
A man, all alone.