He sits in the doorway this once proud man
Trying to survive the best he can
His clothes are dirty, tattered and torn
His eyes are empty, his face forlorn
A cardboard box is a roof for his head
Newspaper and rags make up his bed
He has no future, he lives for the day
His past is forgotten, he prefers it that way
We forget that he once had a life
A mother, a father and maybe a wife
We look away, we try not to stare
If we don't see him w don't have to care
We show him no mercy as we pass him by
But we should be aware
That there for the grace of god go I
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Author:
PCC (
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Comments3
Yes. Many people don't grasp that they are just a sickness or job loss away from a similar fate. Most all of my circle serve people that are homeless in some capacity. There really is great joy in serving someone that cannot repay you. Nice verses.
Well spoken, PCC! Your poem is very nicely presented. Kudos!
People can become homeless and destitute through no fault of their own and your poem is so right about this. a very good write.
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