sunday photo fictioner: Ya think I got it easy?

64 06 June 15th 2014

Ya think I got it easy?


Every body says I got it easy. Just sit there. People throw money.

Yeah, right! Goin’ to dissuade ya of that notion.

Don’t own those coins. Somebody comes along, fishes out the money. If I’m lucky, I get my breath freshened.

‘kay, but ya just sit there listenin’ to wishes.

That ain’t so easy, my friend.

Ya, wishes all right: to a safe place to live; for mommy to some home from the hospital, jail, or asylum; for a relative to stop drinkin’, or druggin’, or muggin’, or gangin’ or some combo of these.

Wishes for cures from childhood cancer; relief from chronic pain; for the head to “get right” again.

Wishes for courage, strength, spirit, soul, happiness, joy.

Whadda think, I got a heart made of stone!

I’d rather be Mort down the street. He’s been rehabilitated into a flower planter.  Lookin’ particularly resplendent this year, if I do say.

People smile when they walk past Mort; too rarely smile when passing me. Frowns. Sighs. Tears. Oh, so many tears.


5 thoughts on “sunday photo fictioner: Ya think I got it easy?

I like first person narratives.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s