The who

isituorme

Today I saw a stranger begging in the street ,and thought how can it be this man is level with my feet ,what must his world be like ,from down there on the ground,looking at expensive shoes that hurry through the crowd,the plastic bags that float on by ,bulging at the seams ,with types of food of which it's been so long since he has seen,a quick relief of conscienceness a coin comes from the sky,a good deed done an easy sleep for one more passer by,I wonder whats the path he took to place him on the street,was it marred by tragedy which crushed him under feet,or was he cursed by mental health,that ruined a sweet life ,
A love of dice or to much wine, a fall from dizzy heights,whatever be the road, that led him to this plight ,I'm sure that in his childhood dreams ,this wasn't in his sights ,today I saw a stranger begging at our feet .

  • Author: isituorme (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 16th, 2016 09:02
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  • SabreLi

    You are quite right to being attention to such a prominent issue, whether this time of year or any other time. There are people who are homeless through their own acts or omissions; and then there are those who are there through no fault of their own such as war vets who had nothing to come back to. Very good rhythm and rhyme; potent message, a great write! xx

  • Tony36

    Great write

    • isituorme

      Thanks very kind to say

      • Tony36

        Welcome

      • Augustus

        Painted a clear picture with emotion.

        • isituorme

          Thank goodness oh not been here in a long time so much going on . Xxx



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