She walks without purpose through gum encrusted streets
Bags stuffed with memories; walking to her own beat
Long, lifeless blond hair conceals sad faded blue eyes
Clothes now long faded; head bowed as she silently cries
She avoids human contact, battling to contain her pain
Reality no longer exists; slowly she goes insane
Face devoid of emotion; thoughts hidden behind a mask
Her heartbreak and sorrow unknown; no one ever asked!
Trance like she roams the busy streets; to her no one is there
Silently she carries her burdens; are we really so unaware?
Like us her life was full of hope, those dreams never fulfilled
All who see her feel uneasy; can’t help but be chilled!
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MaggieF (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is about an actual person who I used to see when I lived near Rochester in Kent. I believe she still walks the streets. I wish I had the courage to speak to her but I never did! I\\\'ve worked and reworked this one but I\\\'m finished now!
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Good write Maggie.
Thanks Orchidee, I think she was avoided because people were frightened her l
'life' might be catching, shame on us.
HAVE YOU SEEN THE OLD MAN
HAVE YOU SEEN THE OLD GIRL
WITH WORN OUT SHOES ?
READING YESTERDAYS PAPER
WITH YESTERDAYS NEWS !
Yes MAGGIE ~ as the song says ~ it is a Shame and nobody seems to care anymore ~ because there are too many of them. Because I work in a Vocational College ~ I work with a YMCA (which shall be nameless) seeking to make them employable (numeracy ~ literacy ~ IT and Vocational Training) but of course we only deal with 16 to 30 year olds (M & F) and not people who are "out of control" There is Emmaus for Older People etc. We have some "Gentlemen of the Road" who come to the Church but Respectable People are often wary of them etc. Some Churches have a night shelter and provision for Rough Sleepers in the Winter ~ we now have Buses with BED SPACES & SOS BUSES & Street Pastors etc. The trouble is globally the RICH are getting RICHER and the POOR POORER and it can only get worse. I'll be 70 in 2053 and GOD alone knows what conditions will be like then. We need to take more responsibility for the DOWN & OUT and lift them UP & IN ~ OK. Thanks for caring & sharing ~ Yours BRIAN
Very good write Maggie, I too may have seen this lady as I am from Rochester, Kent.
There are many people like this nowadays and it should not be like that, there is plenty for everybody.
More and more now, walking street, it seems
Lost are the times, when they too beamed
These scenes have become too often to see
They, not the only ones, walking in shame, also me
Extremely well penned their plight
Many towns countrywide have bag ladies who walk unseeing through street after street - - a read which describes what rejection can do to the mind of those now homeless....and nobody seems to care for their plight. Shame on our loveless generation.
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