by Phillip Underwood

Created on: January 24, 2007   Last Updated: May 14, 2007

Street lights shimmering in the winter cold
Shadows creeping down the alleyways
The pavement has stories it has never told
Stories of the ones it has raised.

The lonely boys
The ones she nurtured
The ones she loved
The lonely boys
The ruptured
The unloved.

Growing up on the streets in the snow and rain
Sparing for change, diving for food
Empty inside, except for the pain
You can't shake the pain
It sticks like glue.

Beaten by drunks
Harrassed by cops
Eyes peeled open
For when the quarter drops
Sneaking into the park
To sleep after dark
A dumpster burial
For the one we called Mark.

It was a loose-knit brotherhood
Because we each had to survive
We each did what we could
In order to stay alive.

We were the lonely boys.
The lonely boys.

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