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I was at that age
when you
read whatever writing
catches your eye
by way of style
billboards
and stuff
It’s a sensitive age
for kids
The advertising
industry knows it
But the words I read
weren’t quite
advertising
They were written on a
piece of cardboard
placed next to
a homeless man who
sat on the curb under
the awning of
a pharmacy
the writing said
WILL REPAIR
UMBRELLAS
FOR CASH
I thought I was good
at figuring out
commercials on TV
and even in magazines
and newspapers
but this one was
beyond me
Why?
Buddy, who in the hell
takes their umbrella
to the repairman?
Doesn’t make any sense
If an umbrella does
break, why not
just buy a new one? It’s
not expensive or
anything
How can anyone make a
living repairing
umbrellas?
No wonder the guy
was homeless
I kept thinking about
him…
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Daydreaming as a profession 
It’s a dying trade
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I hope somebody brings it back one day…
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We are brother, we are, we are labouring…
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(• ◡ •)/ Yey!
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Quite a deep message. well written!
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( ﾉ^ ω ^)ﾉﾟ Thank you!
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Great poem, I hope the umbrella man gets some customers though.
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Thanks! ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ
That’s what I hope too 🙂
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