The long legged boy, wavy hair to his shoulders,
Smiled jauntily and said "Hullo, "
Putting a bright face over his plight,
While to his right,
A young girl stood,
Round sweet face, hair tied back tight,
Pony tail hanging over her hood.
Like him, her smile was wide and bright,
Both tee shirt and denim clad.
Both laughed as if aggression made them glad,
To conceal they were really homeless and sad.
He had trashed their last place, sent away,
Now a sadder, sicker addict lets them stay.
They remind him of his lost youth,
While they rarely tell the truth,
Nor pay their way.
One day they leave, weaving slowly down the road,
Pushing a silver shopping trolley,
Clanging and bumping, carrying their load,
Resplendent in youth's beauty and folly.
(2012)
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