The feeble old man
Lays on the park bench
Curled up in a ball
With a bible to clench.
He has no shoes on his feet
He wears a rugged old coat
That's too big for his size
His jeans are so dirty and torn
With patches to stop their demise.
He has no shoes on his feet.
His teeth are chattering
As he shivers in the cold
No scarf to wrap around
Not even a blanket to unfold.
He has no shoes on his feet.
I asked the feeble man
Why do you stay here
He said with a tear in his eyes
I haven't a home or family that's near.
He has no shoes on his feet.
Can I buy you a pie
And coffee to warm
They walk down the hill
In such a slow form.
He has no shoes on his feet.
When he finished his pie
He stood up with a smile
I thank you for your kindness
I have to go for awhile
As he walks away with no shoes on his feet.
By Idlechatter
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Author:
Idlechatter (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My son has a non profit organization helping out the homeless coalition along with many other nonprofit organizations. One day he was heading into Cracker Barrel with his family for breakfast and saw this homeless man and invited him into the restaurant to have breakfast with him and his family. My son inspired me to write this poem.
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Very good write and unfortunately these unfortunate people are increasing in numbers in a world where there is enough and more for everybody.
Thank you goldfinch. I’m from Florida and unfortunately there are too many and not even enough shelters.
maybe we could get him some shoes.
good one.
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