Soup Can Poem by Charles Lara
Soup Can
Back in the days
when I lived
on Taylor Street
across the street
from the wonderful
red brick projects
holding youth
sitting on the rooftop
watching clouds sweep by
the madness that came
from welfare checks
and broken laughs of
sorry worms
blinded by their own
delight of simple ignorance
back in a time when
the only way we fell
was upwards
Love the words u use to describe things not the same old but not so far out that I can't relate
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 6:34:52 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The last two lines remind me of why I love poetry... thanks