A man lay dying in the street, as people passed trying not to meet,
His eyes that stared in desperate hope, knowing that his body could no longer cope.
He tried to speak but no words could he say. His lungs were empty, they were giving way.
He’d been a player. He’d lived a life. Who would now tell his wife?
Who would bother to find her though? Left his side a long time ago.
Perhaps his clothes confused, those that passed and were not moved.
Or, perhaps the smell that emanated, from his body small and emaciated.
A tramp was he, and no one cared, as he laid with no wealth to be shared.
No well-known name, no celebrity status, no family, nor friends to make a fuss.
He died that day, spreadeagled there, as people passed without a care.
Just another man who’d lived and died, without a single tear being cried!
Anything But Hackneyed…Amazon.com
Anything But Hackneyed…Amazon.co uk
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About Daniel Kemp
Daniel Kemp, ex-London police officer, mini-cab business owner, pub tenant and licensed London taxi driver never planned to be a writer, but after his first novel —The Desolate Garden — was under a paid option to become a $30 million film for five years until distribution became an insurmountable problem for the production company what else could he do?
Nowadays he is a prolific storyteller, and although it’s true to say that he mainly concentrates on what he knows most about; murders laced by the intrigue involving spies, his diverse experience of life shows in the short stories he compiles both for adults and children.
He is the recipient of rave reviews from a prestigious Manhattan publication, been described as —the new Graham Green — by a managerial employee of Waterstones Books, for whom he did a countrywide tour of signing events, and he has appeared on ‘live' television.
beautiful and so sad
It is, ksbeth. 😦 Thank you for stopping by and leaving a comment.