Bin, I’ve been

14 Mar


It’s a bin, but my bread & butter

Ah! Yes, it’s another doubtful, dawn

And it’s yet another murky morning

With no money for tea, milk – breakfast.

People proudly queue up for tasty breakfast

They order, pay, collect and munch

Yummy, yummy, my mouth waters,

As I stare, salivate and starve

No money, all mornings

I’m hungry, angry, but ever ready,

Ready to race to the bin

Not for crumbs, if any at all,

But for empty disposable teacups

The stickers I peel from these cups

I trade them for tea or hot water and sugar

All eyes, as I stir the bin with my bare hand

No remorse, not stealing, as I’m not alone

We all keep an eye on this same bin.

You call it bin, to us; it’s bread & butter

It’s our life; we’re living from the bin.








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Posted by on March 14, 2015 in Read


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