THE GRACE OF GOD

PCC

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

  • Author: PCC (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 10th, 2017 13:22
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Heather T

    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.

  • Louis Gibbs

    Well spoken, PCC! Your poem is very nicely presented. Kudos!

  • Goldfinch60

    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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