My heart bleeds,
as the man on the corner stands
with his sign, in the 100 degree weather.
Persistently he waits for others to send him
coins through the sky, that quickly make up
the room fees, for where he’ll sleep tonight.
No one knows that he can stack bricks
faster than the man in the middle
of the truck driving by,
no one asked!
He’s a fifty-five year old man.
His name is Red, and one day
he fell on hard times the minute
he injected the noise into his veins
that would fill his ears
with his own self destruction!
Even now as he stands in the sunlight
under the overpass of his life,
he knows that someday soon,
someone will come and scoop
him up and take him
to the next phase, his better days ahead.
The other man, the little man, under the bridge
who waits for Red on the corner,
to turn the trick of making the coins
to settle in for the night in a rented room
a roof over their heads, never moves.
This little man never cares if Red
is dying from waiting for the coins to come.
The man on the corner,
the fifty five year old Red,
has cried a river,
and still stands waiting his turn
to end this part of his life,
and today it has come!
She drives up and scoops him into her car,
and he weeps at her feet – knowing
that today his life will change,
it will never be the same.
Intoxication after intoxication will now
turn into detoxification
as she takes him to a new life of unknown days,
waiting for him to eat and know
that today, is the first day of the rest of his life!
Will he jump to his future?
Or will he run back under the bridge
where his days were as empty as
his veins are now, as he detoxifies
all the impurities of life.
His mother and father, his life and days
all gone by, all pouring onto the floor
as he empties his soul, his veins of his past
and starts anew.
This beautiful soul is one of many
who stand on the corners of our life
and wait for anyone, someone to come
to help them find the paradise we all
seek in our darkest of days.
This man, this Red, now has days to
cherish, and nights to call his own.