P.R. Prosper


Cameo Pt.3 - Poem by P.R. Prosper

It was on a sunny day when I was to run and play
A pick up game on a team, one was home, one away
We stayed out in the park until well beyond dark
It was no big deal cause the streetlights were sparked

We walked right by some people gettin high
Heard the music full blast drowning out the baby’s cry
From the corner of my eye I saw him walking on my side
Looking so weak I could’ve sworn he would’ve died

When I turned to face him he reversed a few paces
Said that he was sorry and I felt full disgraces
Looking for some change and didn’t mean to rearrange
My course, but he felt like he was losing all his brains

Gave what I could find and my boys gave him some dimes
He gave a gracious thanks and then moved back up the line
A Jag pulled up behind us, we stared like we were mindless
He hopped in it and said 'Thanks again for the kindness'


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, October 10, 2008


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