Poem-A-Day: Day 262

Pawn Shopping

I’ve saved a lot of things,
but mostly the castaways.
I look to give residence to the unwanted
because we share a common bond.
We, the destitute and hated
gather, and explore our rapture.
We find togetherness
in the strangeness of having been lost
and somehow found,
if nothing more for the purpose
of never having been lost in the first place.
We’re somewhere in unison,
sharing coffee over music and more coffee.
The strange fact is,
that our salvation seemed connected;
hundreds of arms reaching down,
plucking up the odds and ends,
but mostly the odds.
There is no feeling sorry
for the lost and the damned,
because we are a collective force
making life out of the hatred of others.