PENSION
PENSION
On the verge of tears I wait
watching and listening to the
rain
as it continues to pelt the window
where I stand
Shivering with cold, and completely
alone
I shrink even further
into the damp, musty blanket
I have wrapped around me
Hungrily my fingers poke out
in their never ending search
for tiny crumbs of food
which may have escaped them yesterday
The few people passing by
do not notice me at all
and in my embarrassment
I cannot call out my needs to
them
Trembling all over with hunger
and cold
I can only wait patiently and
hope
that this will be the day
my small check is finally delivered
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