Incident At Cadoxton Station Poem by Jean Bernard Parr

Incident At Cadoxton Station



I saw a boy today
a day grim with hail
waiting for a train
on a high island
he was waiting
in the freezing rain
huddled close to
a gossamer bin
the kind you throw
newspapers in
waiting for a train
his cigarette too thin
from a tired plastic bag
and in it
might have been
all he had

I have been
young and poor
but not all over
threadbare, in need
of food and care
I wanted to give him
my coat that would
have made a home,
armour for the world
but in the end
all I could do was hope
and his stories,
they swoop after me
like mewing gulls,
that caw right back
to my door, and,
way after the key
has gone in
I sit and look,
I watch how
it dangles now
from the hook

Thursday, August 25, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: poverty
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Jean Bernard Parr

Jean Bernard Parr

Sallanches, France
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