Street Life Written by davydwriter Image: Adapted from Canva Pro with death came the inquest as to whether he was city slicker or suburban his trial played out in obsolete clothing along stone epitaphs old headlines laid to rest Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related posts: Heatwaves and Deck-Chairs Summer Love Uncertain Smile 6 thoughts on “Street Life” What about those who never get an ending? Simply lost or forgotten. Chilling words that make one think about those disregarded by life and death. Loading... Reply So true, Terveen. When I worked in London, I was blessed to meet many homeless people. Each one had a story to tell. For a few it was a choice, but for most, life events that conspired to take them where they were. None of them should ever be forgotten. Loading... Reply Touching poem. Fabulous. Loading... Reply Thank you, Priscilla. Your kind words are appreciated. Loading... Reply I agree with Priscilla above. This is a touching poem. Loading... Reply Thank you, Diana. That is appreciated. 🙏 Loading... Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.