Doug Jones

Rookie - 201 Points (Iowa)

Man With One Arm - Poem by Doug Jones

most days were all the same
then one day a chance was taken
it was a beautiful sunrise, faint stars
faded from the night like old scars
light filled every nook and cranny
like frosting on a cake by your granny
a stranger appeared along the road
not a soul, nor anyone seemed to know
short not to tall, hat atop his sprawl
walking alone along by the old wall
so I and my brother asked “who are you? ”
his reply “just a man passing through”
we then took note of his only hand
and were surprised by that man
he was dressed as a hobo you see
very unclean and smelly as could be
so we asked again “who be you? ”
with one arm he staggered and drew
an air message with that one hand
that we could plainly understand
then my brother and I understood
he had become lost in the wood
woe to thee we exclaimed with little refrain
he smiled with a glint of light and pain
for his disfigurement was the key
to his longing for humanity

Topic(s) of this poem: life

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 19, 2015

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