Small Blue Eyes: An Account Of Derelict Poem by Sam Tackett

A small sad boy with eyes of blue
ones that people just stare right through
as if he was nothin, like the glass the kid looked in
where sat people purposely thin
they sit in the coffee shop
sippin sweet drinks, stomachs are full
while out in the rain, a child wishes
of a bed, warm and soft
maybe a pair of new socks
a roof over his head
instead a box and some rags for clothes
while people around him walked
in their warm, warm coats
deaf to his cry, blind to his eyes
oblivious they walked by, while the kid with the eyes, small blue eyes
sat and sighed
cuz he knew, deep in his heart
nothin brought him apart from the others on the street
like Jones did, cept he died on the street
no one ever found him, cuz no one looked
the people still laughed, and the hands still shook
rain bounced off the umbrellas week after week
cuz the sky cared, and it weeped for he