<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=388425" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mouths To Feed...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">the wind called...<br>and i went walking, <br>down hard edged streets, <br>past the abandoned and forsaken...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">through dirt and filth, <br>grime, grease, and soot.<br>down past the edge of town...<br>i made camp by the tracks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">haunted by the sounds <br>of living now just echoes, <br>echoes and shadows, <br>shadows almost forgotten.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">haunted by the faces, <br>the dreams, the fires now ash...<br>the smell of need and<br>the harsh stench of hunger.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i made a leanto from yesterday's boards, <br>built a small fire, hunched<br>against the cold and the howl.<br>into a small pot all that was left, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and waited for the Guest to arrive.<br>day became sunset, sunset night.<br>the darkness wrapped with murky doubt.<br>then, from behind the clouds, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">one star shone through...<br>and i knew the time, <br>i knew the answer...<br>no time for sleep, no sleep for dreams, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">i spent the night making ready.<br>and stood to face the dawn, <br>with nothing left to hide, <br>and nothing left to cling to! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">a new day, perhaps my last, <br>one day to make a life.<br>i turned back towards the town, <br>and went in search of...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">mouths to feed, tears to wipe away!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eric+Cockrell">Eric Cockrell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=388425" data-title="Mouths To Feed... de Eric Cockrell" data-description="the wind called... and i went walking, down hard edged streets, past the abandoned and forsaken... through dirt and filth, grime, grease, and soot. down past the edge of town... i made camp by the tracks. haunted by the sounds of living now ..."></div> </div> </div>

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