Aa Harvey

Homeless

Homeless.

 

 

A red sunset on a nice warm beach,

A place to call my own, to get some self-respect.

A job in an office with a decent wage,

Two point four children and a couple of pets.

A wife to lay beside me, till the day that I die,

These are the dreams I have and they help me survive.

 

 

Life on the streets isn't peaches and cream;

It's the hardest way of living, so just make a change.

You may lose all your hope, but never lose your dreams,

Because you know in your heart, things can't stay the same.

 

 

It's all downhill from here, if you don't sort things out.

You’re going to die real soon my friend, if you don't get a house.

A place to call home, a place to lay your hat;

These are the things that you dream about.

You'd make it in life, if someone helped you find home,

But you have got to help yourself and I think you know that.

 

 

Life on the streets isn't peaches and cream;

It's the hardest way of living, so just make a change.

You may lose all your hope, but never lose your dreams,

Because you know in your heart, things can't stay the same.

 

 

Hold onto your dreams, for one day they may come true.

You might make it in life and get all you deserve,

Or you could give up on life and just throw in the towel.

You must think about yourself and decide what you’re worth.

 

 

Is life worth hanging onto?  Or will you roll over and die?

You won't feel any more pain and you'll no longer cry,

But you'll never see them smile, when you make it in life.

You will never have a family and you will never have a wife.

 

 

Life on the streets isn't peaches and cream;

It's the hardest way of living, so just make a change.

You may lose all your hope, but never lose your dreams,

Because you know in your heart, things can't stay the same.

 

  

When you dreamt about that beach, with the red sunset,

Did you really want those things?  Or did you lie to yourself?

Because if you want them there they are,

Just go right ahead and get them,

Or give up on life my friend and you we can forget.

 

 

(C)2005 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Comments3

  • jarcher54

    The modern world is relentlessly hard for anyone who falls out of line, who can't land that steady job or who loses that supportive family. It's up to all of us to rage against this dog-eat-dog culture where those who fall by the wayside are expected to get back up without any help. This sweet little poem of yours captures the spirit of one of the most moving character poems ever composed, Padraic Colum's Old Woman of the Roads. Check it out on MPS at https://mypoeticside.com/show-classic-poem-6144

    The final stanza is heartbreaking:

    Och! but I'm weary of mist and dark,
    And roads where there's never a house nor bush,
    And tired I am of bog and road,
    And the crying wind and the lonesome hush!
    And I am praying to God on high,
    And I am praying Him night and day,
    For a little house - a house of my own
    Out of the wind's and the rain's way.

  • Fay Slimm.

    A moving heart-wrencher of a write with a last stanza that brings tears to the eyes with its honesty- - - -homelessness is one of the challenges to those who lose a job, or health or support of family or help from friends.

  • L. B. Mek

    what a true plague homelessness is and how concisely you've captured its complexities
    served-up in a wonderfully rhythmic flow



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