Donal Mahoney

Just For A Day - Poem by Donal Mahoney

If you want to know
what it’s like to have nothing
just for a day

head for Skid Row.
Trade your suit and 20 bucks
for the attire of a resident

standing against a wall.
Buy a tin cup and yellow pencils
and go to Union Station in time

for the evening rush hour
when suburbanites with jobs
on Michigan Avenue go home

for dinner and a little HBO.
Flop down near the entrance
in your tatters with pencils and cup.

Wear Charles Bronson sunglasses
and hold high a sign that says,
“Will Work for Food.”

Count the briefcases that sail by
and see how many pencils you sell,
how many people even look at you

before the gendarmes arrive
and poke you with a baton
then walk you away.

Topic(s) of this poem: poverty, social comment

Comments about Just For A Day by Donal Mahoney

  • (11/30/2015 10:34:00 AM)

    Plight of poverty stricken people wonderfully narrated as also the constant fear of law enforcement personnel that dominates their life. Enjoyed reading. Thanks for sharing.10 points. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 30, 2015

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