Homeless

by steve1223adelaide, South Australia

Jul 2011 391 Views 2 comments

Homeless

Oh the hate and anger there
The pain and mistrust
Fist in pocket, tightly clenched
Shoulders round and hunched

What in life has made you this
Brought you such despair
The suffering carved on your face
So plain for all to see

Clothes are ragged, dirty too
A bottle your best friend
Sleep on benches where you can
No place to call a home

How I wish that I could help
Yet help you soundly scorn
A meal, a drink, is all you want
For the rest you could not care

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Posted: Jul 2011

About this poem:

We have all seen them

Comments (2)

Mariette01Adelaide, South Australia AustraliaJul 29, 2011

Thanks for this posting, Steve, it was very thought provoking and thanks also to elo777 for your insight, as I think this is the lifestyle my son has chosen for himself, I hope, like you elo777 that he survives it and finds out, for himself, what is important to him - congrats elo777 and fingers crossed for my Daniel, who is much loved, even if he doesnt realise it.

niah9Auckland, New ZealandJul 29, 2011

Great write Steve....sincere.....I have worked with young people on the streets, some make it....we have to focus on that..Niah