A few seasoned boozers are sitting in the park,
not far from a woman with the kids; she is just a teen.
Just a few years ago, everything was different.
Those guys were true war heroes, and she was a prom queen.
They are very quiet, but she can’t stop crying.
The kids are jumpy; it looks like she did not feed them well.
It is a beautiful day and a surreal scene;
but tonight, someone here will send a postcard from hell.
Their dreams are stuck between a rock and a hard place;
they need some money, a place to sleep, and something to eat.
The glory days are over; these drunkards know that;
and the kids, poor homeless wretches, will end up on the street.
This town has plenty of lost and sad characters;
I’ve met a lot of them here—they are easily to find.
They’ve got no idea what an honest love is;
they will never find gold and a piece of mind.
They got hit by karma—or was it something else?
All hope is gone, and what is left: suffering and pain.
I love this park, but dogs are shitting everywhere;
and the worst thing is that tomorrow, it is going to rain.
Tomislav {Tommy} Andric 