Willie


Willie

A large cardboard box was his abode,

Willie was a bum according to city code,

Behind a building his home he made,

During long hot days it offered him shade,

A lamp, an ottoman, a seaman’s trunk,

He gathered treasures from people’s junk,

He rode a bicycle as he covered the streets,

With always a smile for people he’d meet,

Willie claimed to be a pioneering man,

Using everything he could from off the land,

He worked on odd jobs whenever he could,

Honest and forthright, you knew where he stood,

Perhaps a broken heart had made him this way,

Or perhaps it was booze, I’ve heard people say,

Willie drew laughs due to the life he led,

But he’d been a doctor; he chose this life instead,

Not willing to permit his life to simply fade,

He appeared in a clean suit for every parade,

With flags on his handle bars and tooting his horn,

He let no one forget that he had been born,

Willie was a fixture for years in his place,

But life was getting harder, you could tell by his face,

Then one day I heard Willie had died,

I think I was the only one who cried,

He had given me his poetry which I still keep,

The content was varied, the images rich and deep,

His poetry haunted me, I could not sleep,

I don’t quite know why his death bothered me,

Except he was one with the world and meant to be,

Someday he’ll be remembered, because you see,

I had his words published, as his legacy.

7 thoughts on “Willie

    1. I used to have a dream of having five novels published. After that dream was detoured I decided it would be fun just to share whatever I wrote and let the chips fall where they may.

    2. When things get published it validates my style of writing. I see what other writers are doing and I’m impressed, and I realize how much I don’t know. Since I started this blog for fun, I”ve been able to be creative and try different topics.

      May the sun be on your face and the wind at your back as the Lord blesses you throughout the day. Carpe diem!

      1. No one knows what the future might bring. Tomorrow is special if I get to it. Yesterday is full of ripe memories. Today, life is not over, so I should discover and enjoy each moment.

        May the sun be on your face and the wind at your back as the Lord blesses you throughout the day. Carpe diem!

  1. Really this touches hearts… specially when look at the perspective of the person who is in a run to make his fellow poet’s work enlightened to the world… You can make out several related meaning out of this…
    Wonderful…

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