A Bum's Dignified Burial Poem by Chuy Amante
A Bum's Dignified Burial
In tears I am after reading this jewel
There was a lady well employed and happy
each day she passed a man kind of crappy
He lived in the alley next to her work
She passed him daily, never acted the jerk
Each Day she greeted, with dignity, Mr Fred
always kind words always twice blessed
After years of kind loving pleasantries
Mr Fred stopped coming to that old tree
Three days gone and Ms. Vega concerned
called the cops and here's what she learned
Mr Fred Johnson was no longer with us
he's in line for the free State fire pit
Sorrowful, angry and hurt she acted quick
claimed Mr Fred, red tape real thick
In her very own family spot
Gifted to friend a burial plot
Mr Fred went under with flowers
piled high arranged
Given a decent way out of here,
no shame, from a dear friend
but stranger, not strange~ love
Really terrific sad and yet goes to show there are still some lovely people in this world.
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4/24/2024 7:52:36 PM # 1.0.0.1119
i'm not sure what noreen, below, found sad here. ok, i suppose it was mr. fred dying? it IS a nice story, nicely-'poemicized'. fine rhyming. if it was a movie i might cry at the end, but not because the guy died. i surprise myself, not really, by crying [just a tear or two mind you! ] at movie scenes when something very touching is portrayed. i think my father may have done the same...........the only time i recall seeing tears in his eyes [a few only, mind you! ]. the evening after my mom died in a hospital with me and my sister at her side [[see my poem 100th Birthday [Missed By 'Mom']...... [SHORT; my mom; death; serious but NOT sad, if you care to]], i cried at the end of the movie Bicentennial Man. yeah, people died then, but it wasn't THAT which i cried (a tear or two) about. i never died cry because my mom died, or my dad. thanks for sharing, Monk E. Biz, formerly known as Luvinthe Now. this will go to MyPoemList! thanks for sharing. bri :) and thanks for the poet note. i think i unconsciously borrowed the poet note's phrase very touching in my comment. it fit perfectly.