Author Julian Tuwim A box with paints from childhood's time: The colors of town are earth and grime. An old worker at a dark doorway squats, The spuds in his bowl are powdery dry. It's a face of yellowish and gray spots In the midst of hunger, cold, dirt and slime. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments