S. S, Bum Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

S. S. BUM

"Had I had some money…? "
Said young lad to the girl in my car,
"I would buy what he had in front…"

Then told us, (I asked him to do so) :
"had made boat with cardboard…"

I asked and wanted more; so he said:
"…and named in S. S. Bum…"

In my mind I took off, soared too high;
had meant to write of them; the homeless,
target was the roadsides, "panhandler."

We are wrong to comment
regardless for, pro…left or right
weak against or very strong.

Truth comes only with them and them…
sit with them, talk with them
eat drink, dine with them…
each of these homeless guys is a vase
treasure…

They are the stories for long time
to be told, to be heard.