Thriftless, shiftless, spitless Sam mutters as he ambles along.
I have no dollars, not a penny to call my own today. So I wander where e’er I will, seeking whate’er I may.
Toothless, hairless, grizzled old man. Suspenders falling down. Laughed at. Pointed at. Seldom asked what – who – might help.
Just call me Sam. Or Joe or Bill. Whoever reminds you of me.
Hungry? Why yes I am. A loaf of bread? I thank’ee kindly
I’ll be just on my way now. No need to fret. Thanks for the handout. Thanks for talking to me. May you be ever blest.
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She’s back! and as challenging as ever. This is for VV’s 100 Word challenge: Thriftless. Go and write your words.
Delightful. Somehow I imagine Sam in earlier times. As though someone like him couldn’t exist now.
“… as you do for the lest of thee …” Very powerful and thought-provoking.
I like how you and Tar Rah switched the words. It gives a different meaning.
This is soulful and strong and sad. well done.
Those first three lines are glorious – “thriftless, shiftless, spitless” – it just completely sets the tone for the piece and gives it the same sort of gamboling rhythm that I imagine in Sam’s walking.
This really makes me feel for the poor homeless man. I love it.
Great portrait…makes me want to know his past, what brought him to where he is now.
I could see this fellow in a period piece, or a speculative fiction/fantasy setting, or something set in this world as a deeper perspective to our society…. very nicely done.
oh my heavens I just LuuuuuV this piece. The rhythm…..the flow…I love it!The first line is awesome.