HOMELESS
She sits alone, skin wrinkled with years of hard life
She has such a story to tell, but no one to hear
Long ago she was abandoned by family and friends
Because she chose drink over living for so long
She no longer is slave to the liquid, but her fate is sealed
All have passed her by and moved on
Is she damaged goods, not worthy of our listening?
Is she forever silenced because we don’t care?
She is someone’s daughter
She is someone’s mother, or sister
She exists only in her own mind
She relives the past daily, but has no one to share it with
Don’t cross the street to avoid her
Cross the street to meet her, and hear her story
Maybe she is a little crazy, maybe not
What can you possibly lose by listening?
What a multitude you could gain...........
(by Regina)
3 comments:
This is very good, and brought to mind a homeless lady that has been wandering the streets since I was a child here in my home town.
Greg
very good reminds me of my story about the shopping cart angel.
yours is much better than mine .. lol...
good work
Very touching. we had what I called The Buggy Man when I lived in san antonio. I wrote a poem about him. Paula
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