He is the tourists that walk along the sidewalks passing
empty shops
Passing little girls smelling flowers waiting for their mothers to finish shopping
Old men sitting on benches smoking Cuban cigars talking
about their gambling problems
Hearing cars puttering along Main Street racing through red
lights making sure cops aren’t watching
He is the boys that play a game of basketball on the street
corner
The parents that take their dogs for walks that don’t have
children
The church members that go around knocking on doors asking
people to commute to their services on Sunday’s
People that get up early to run when the wind is blowing
just right, with a cold breeze to keep them from sweating profusely
The girls and boys walking home from school listening to
music and singing out loud for everyone around to hear.
He is the stares from old woman judging the change in the
young girl’s wardrobe
The woman that go and get their hair done every week just
because their husbands are rich and they want to brag that they don’t have to
work a day in their lives.
He is the farmers driving pick-up trucks in overalls and
spitting dip from their windows at stop signs on deserted roads. Wearing wade
boots because they are afraid of rain getting in their boots even though it is
sunny outside.
He is the lazy people that order pizza every night for
dinner because they don’t want to do their dishes. He talks about everyone like
they are less than him because he comes from a family of money. He walks with a
strut, with his head held high, his neck raised above the world. He hasn’t worked
a day in his life and knows nothing about the value of money and looks down
upon everyone that isn’t as wealthy as him.
I wrote this about a boy I knew in school that had
everything he ever wanted in the world, and didn’t have to work for anything. He
is well- known by everyone in our town but he doesn’t know love or anything
about anyone than himself.
