A Homeless Child (Spoken Word Album - Preview)

I'm going to record this for a Spoken Word Album, I am putting together a Spoken Word Album called: "MysteryOfUntoldTruth." I hope to have at least 10 tracks on it. It will not have music or melodies. I hope you keep checking back. It will be a free download and you will be able to listen to it free, all on my website. I might go with Lulu, to make it into a CD and if anyone is interested, they could purchase it for about $5. On the other hand, I could also burn a CD if you want and send it to you. Thank you all for your support! I cannot wait to put this together. By the way. I have 5 writing projects in the works. One of them is collaboration with a friend named Jon. Hope you guys are doing well and taking are of yourself.

A kid dragging a wagon full of cans

His face red, from embarrassment

Because

People have been staring at him, since they saw him walking down a lonely pathway

He continues pushing the wagon, down the deserted trail

Alone and scared, he switches sides

His little hands are getting tired from the punishment his body is receiving

Little giggles and a few laughs in the crowd come out

The young kid looks down, as if he is about to leave his little wagon behind

And run away, away from all the punishment his young mind is subjecting to

However, he continues down the lonely difficult pathway, up

Holding tight to the little wagon

He runs up it

Never looking back to take a glance, to see if anyone is staring at him

There was I who looked straight into his direction

My heart and my girlfriends heart, broke into tiny little fragments

As the young kid pushed the wagon up the lonely hill

Pain in my eyes gave off a vibration of sadness

My skin crawled in disfigured harmony

And tears fell down onto the concrete

My girlfriend suggested we follow him, to see if he was all right

I hesitated because I did not know how to feel

As I see this everyday, and my mind and body becomes weak, when I do see it

It's like as if the pain I have inside me, stops

And my nerves are not sure how to react

And my heart skips triple beams of lighting

Confused and saddened by the emotional decay of the human Civilization

I try to catch a breath

Okay, that sounds like a good idea, I tell my love

We get onto our bikes, and pedal as fast as we could into the mountains

Hoping to get another glimpse of a blue eyed/blonde hair kid

I look from the corner of my eye and see a glimpse of a child in need of my love

I get a bit closer, are you okay? Do you need any help? I see him coming down the hill

With that little wagon, banging against his legs

I am all right, he responds

Okay, I say in a low breath, not sure what my next question will be

My girlfriend behind me, stares at him, worried and disgruntled not sure what to say next

I think for a second and respond, is your parents around?

He hesitates; my uncle is over there, pointing his finger into the South direction

His small little hands, dirty and tired from all the garbage digging, he has endured in who knows how long

I'm speechless, not sure what to say next

I pause thinking how dumb I was, because I left my wallet in my car

I wanted to give him something, anything

It would have made me feel better

I suppose the ego, talked most out of that whole conversation

What transpired, was another way of looking at the spectrum

Seeing the dark visible light at the end of the tunnel

When you see anyone battling with the beast, they call "Life"

You come to realize, that kid could have been me

I wonder if it wasn’t me who asked the kid if he was all right

Would anyone else have done the same? Ask one simple question

ARE YOU OKAY?