The Boy at the Rail Gate A Poem by lichanbeni " Captured movements and sights of things around me. "
The Boy at the Rail Gate A Poem by lichanbeni Captured movements and sights of things around me. The morning gloom , the city in steady rain. That one with the chicken-plucked look" hair a tufted circle on top, the rest in shabby outfit" I can't really stop to care about. I assume he grew up without totaling himself , but he is that caught my eyes in this madding crowd. He seems even to know his place as unworthy striver. Of the one no one would look away from for long, He lifts his sack to collect rags, a ticket to buy his bread. The train was on the run but that would not stop him from collecting every bit of rag. People by pass pushing, dashing and the other boys smirk before the rain douses and sweeps it stupidly into the gutter. I'm half in...