Every day the man in rags,
Standing, begs for food.
Rain gets in his holey shoes;
Cold goes through his hood.
Once he was a businessman;
He and wife were wealthy.
Now she’s gone, and he is left
Lonely, poor, unhealthy.
I would go the extra mile
For a chance to see him smile.
Posted today in response to the Daily Post Prompt: Micro. It’s a small poem that takes a small look into the eyes of a man who has learned smallness. And what a big difference a little smile can make!
This poem is called a Miniature, although frankly, I don’t know how it got its name, for I’ve definitely seen smaller forms.
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Scansion:
Miniature — decastich (10-line) form created by Margaret Ball Dickson
Syllabic Pattern: 7-5-7-5-7-6-7-6-7-7
Rhyme Scheme: xaxaxbxbcc
Rhythm: Trochaic — All lines begin with a stressed syllable. Lines 6 and 8 have feminine endings (unstressed), but all the rest have masculine endings (stressed).
The 5th syllable of line 1 rhymes with the 1st syllable of line 2.
Dark Side of the Moon 
That’s a sweet poem, that actually makes me feel sad.
Interesting must look at that poetry form, though I’m not sure about the rhyme, syllable count will be alright, might try to write one. Thanks for sharing
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There are lots of homeless people around here, and my heart goes out to them. As I’m able, I give food donations to an organization that feeds the homeless. But they really need more than that. They need jobs and homes before they get too comfortable living on the streets. Glad to say this same organization does much more than provide a weekly meal. They have helped folks get jobs and medical care.
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