Homeless and Alone

poem by: Cecilia Crasto
Written on Aug 13, 2016

He stakes his corner on a busy street
His meager possessions strewn at his feet
Lines of suffering etched deep in his face
Alone he sits in his small confined space.

A homeless man a forgotten soul
Reduced to nothing with a begging bowl
His days are tough he sleeps out rough
When do we say this is enough.

Then one day he was there no more
What became of him where did he go
Are we so heartless that we turn away
Ignore their plight get on with our day.

What was his story in a different life
Perhaps there were children a loving wife
A daunting thought just occurred to me
This could happen to you or even to me.

Would I open my home and offer a bed
The answer is shameful it pounds in my head
I don't trust strangers it's not my concern
A poor response-there's so much to learn.

 

Tags: sad, rhyme, depressing, pain,

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Roxanne Dubarry commented:
The plight of the homeless is terrible. It is also terrible how young people are turning away from God because of their problems. Instead, they should be running towards his wide open arms~
Christopher Russon commented:
Lovely poem about homeless people. A sad fact.
Gerry Legister commented:
Good moonlight sleep on a midnight bed would be my desire for the homeless
Cecilia Crasto commented:
I would gladly give them my bed, but it wouldn't solve anything, the Govt. needs to do more.
Steve Jones commented:
Really makes you think and sad that most of us most likely would look the other way. I always try though to be kind.
Steve Jones commented:
Really makes you think and sad that most of us most likely would look the other way. I always try though to be kind though and hope I would at least try to help. Love your stuff.
Cecilia Crasto commented:
Thanks for your kind words, I do appreciate it JK Hawk
Frank Hornby . commented:
A very powerful poem Cecilia,.....moving words...
Edward shields commented:
I can see that homeless man in my head, great words.
Cecilia Crasto commented:
Thank you Frank and Edward, I sense that you are both kind and caring individuals.

 

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