corner of the old town

Old wall
I see little buddy silent corner
see hung up on me
eyes that seem to give articulate 1,000 words
eyes full of pain in life
eyes full of sorrow were not buried
lying limp and weak
but ignored by man.
Wherever your dad died
Your mother does not know where
life is so bitter fate.
little friend
still lament the man lying next to you.
dibenakmu whatever.
but show your body language
Your little friends do not understand.
...
in the corner of the old town
still stored grief ..

By.Julius Sitanggang 

about poetry corner of the old town:

This poem was inspired when I saw a figure just so tough with his life, someone who would never give up on what is happening in his life. He's just a corner of the city street beggar who still expect compassion from a man who wanted to give him a meal. Yes .. they are just the fringe that can only live with lifted hands on others whose economy is better. sometimes always terbesit to myself "why God is so powerful to see this"