Streets of gold – Poem #14

Paki cabbie
one fare more
drives in Manhattan
dreams of Lahore

Tiffin man
washes dishes
catches the subway
Lakshmi wishes

Mexico’s son
picks the ground
tomatoes today
a penny a pound

Latina domestica
behind the gates
cares for the children
while her own son waits

A poet of Haiti
lost soul of Jeremie
scribbles in a notebook
washes cars in Miami

Paki cabbie
Tiffin run
Haiti’s poet
Mexico’s son

Give me your tired, your poor
your tempest tossed
I’ll put them to work
at well below cost.


About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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3 Responses to Streets of gold – Poem #14

  1. beetleypete says:

    Spot-on, Frank. You nailed the whole immigration thing in one poem.
    Best wishes, Pete.

    Liked by 2 people

  2. Spot-on, as Pete says! Best wishes from Ireland! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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