"People With A Past"


Sometimes, amongst my thoughts,

I sit pondering how far I've gone.

Well, I guess that's not just me, there must be others out there with stories to tell?

Like the time that young boy told me about his fate;

his mother couldn't love him,his father full of hate.

Or the woman who lost the woman she was.

She became this deadened tree; black inside.

Still beautiful, but stone cold she seemed to me.

There was a man I knew, who gambled in the game

He risked his neck to win redemption,

To find happiness, his life was never the same.  

Wife left, children gone, living with regret, just a bridge jump away.

He decided to suffer instead.

He became high as a kite.

"Hood-rat" living inside his head.

All of them stumbled upon a change.

Walking down the streets all crazy and deranged!

Sad souls they were when we first met,

Now they walk a different path, one of peace and contentment.

I don't tell their stories to exploit their mistakes,

Mistakes aren't meant to be kept a secret, 

their meant to be shared so others can benefit.

We need more people to be open about their past.

Past can bring hope from the history, the kind of hope that lasts.

Lasting tales make life interesting.  Couldn't we all use one?

I certainly could.  

It's not only good

to listen, but good to really dive deep.

Know that person's heart and see what you can see!




  • Author: Leya Virago (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 14th, 2017 22:56
  • Comment from author about the poem: I have met many a' colorful people in my time. (All of 20 years!) Colorful pasts, changing tides, stories to tell sitting under a tree. That is what makes life so interesting. Helping others through our mistakes, and seeing how they can direct the future! All right you've heard enough of my mumbo jumbo. But honestly, this is what has shaped a lot of my life. Hearing testimonies of living abroad, or under a bridge, or in a tent, or in the suburbs. People need to stop staring at their phones, or themselves, and start looking into the eyes of the broken, the brave and the belittled. That, is where you'll find the most riveting, exciting, sad, happy, and hopeful tales! (who needs soap operas!) Turn to that man on the bus, or the lady waiting in line for tacos with you! Ask them how they're doing and you never know where it might go.
  • Category: Reflection
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  • WL Schuett

    A cool poem and loved your comments you have a good outlook ....

    • MaddieJ

      Thanks! Appreciate the feedback and reading my poem!

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