The dingy old man



A dingy old man, down on his luck, living in the streets
No money for food, hasn't showered in weeks
He stands on the corner, sign in hand, head down in shame
Every car that approaches, jumps to the next lane

Drivers avoid eye contact, they just look away
The ones who speak, have only vile words to say
There's no need to know his story or how he got here
They just don't care, they don't want him near

The light turns green and he's left standing there
Exhaust in his lungs, sweat on his face, pollution and dirt in his hair
He's seen as a disgrace for which no one seems to care
Why doesn't he just get a job, hard to do when you don't live anywhere

Put down the bottle, find something to eat
Get off the drugs and off of the streets
Stop begging from me, I'm more important don't you see

Everyday he struggles with his own mind
Every night in the gutter, hope gets harder to find
His body needs rest, but his mind thinks it unwise
The nightmares start as soon as he closes his eyes

He wakes up in bed, next to his wife
Smoke fills the room and she's lost her life
The baby is screaming, trapped in her room
He looks around and knows there's no escape, they're both doomed
The roof starts collapsing, now the baby is silent
The fire burns intensely, hot and violent
Water comes rushing in, trying to douse the fire
But it's too late, a wife and daughter lost to one faulty wire
Paramedics checking his vitals but he doesn't care
He's searching for his family, but can't find them anywhere

He opens his eyes and reality comes crashing in
He's going to live another day without his family again
Memories fill his mind and tears well in his eyes
Thoughts of that night haunt him, as does the sound of his baby's cries

He looks down at his feet and slips on his shoes
They're just like him inside, falling apart too
He doesn't want to do it because he knows
People will just look at him in disgust, he's just the dingy old man, know matter where he goes....
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Written on April 02, 2021

Submitted by Daleisnmyhardt3 on June 29, 2022

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Scheme AXXB CCXX DDDD XAX EEFF GGXXHHIIDD XBFF XXJJ
Closest metre Iambic hexameter
Characters 1,963
Words 384
Stanzas 8
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 4, 3, 4, 10, 4, 4

Jason Marriner

 · 1980 · Pensacola

I was born in Pensacola,Florida. Raised in Portsmouth,Virginia and Indianapolis,Indiana. Raised by a single mother. As most children might say, I couldn't have asked for a better mother. Although with age I've come to realize I could've been a better son. I didn't always make it easy on her. I started writing off and on when I was about 13, more as a way to vent, and I never really took my writing seriously. But my mother did. She always wanted me to pursue it as a career, but of course, being a teenage boy, I resented the idea because it wasn't mine. I didn't even particularly enjoy writing, it was just a way to express myself and the mood only strikes me once in awhile, could be one a week, could be one every ten years. I started considering writing more right about the time the song 8 Mile came out and I rewrote it in my own words. I actually liked how it turned out. But a thunderstorm had other ideas, lightning struck a transformer outside my apartment and I lost it all. I didn't write again for around ten years. I would find inspiration again in my late 20s. I had just started my career as a truck driver when I met the person who would forever change my life. Six months of dating and living together was all the time I needed to know I was going to marry this woman. She made me wait another two and a half years, but we finally took the plunge, and it was more than I ever deserved. We would be together another three or four years before ultimately breaking up. I look back on those years as the best years of my life to this day. I harbor no ill will at all towards you, I still care enough about you that I sincerely hope you find happiness. In 2013, my mom died and the effect it had on me is still felt today. I honestly believe that her passing took such a toll on me that I sabotaged my marriage. I say that not to lay blame on my mother, it was my fault for the things I did. For the next few years after my failed marriage, I would basically drown myself in work, driving around the country, and writing from time to time. In 2017 I met a family that would become an extension of my own family, they've basically adopted me for some unknown reason. I still wonder why sometimes. But I'm grateful. I never felt like I had a connection with many people in my life, aside from my mother, my ex wife and my closest friend from high school, but this family is right there. On July 11th of 2022, the ninth anniversary of my mother's death, I decided that I would try to do something with my writing, maybe even try to get published, it's what she always wanted me to do. I've started writing what I'd like to think of as songs, but I have no grand fantasy that someone will ever sing them on the radio. I'm just trying to honor my mother's wishes. So, with that being said, I sincerely hope that if you choose to read these poems, that you enjoy them. Thank you! more…

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