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deep past the arrival of eve's night
long after the throng of the city's holiday paraders have gone
he is left far from the crowd, hopelessness his only companion
the avenues mostly still, mostly silent
the homeless panhandler remains in an alley
set against a structure where exhaust vents release warmth from below
he is posed for yet another long night's passing
the only place available to him where a freezing death may not find him
sleep may or may not come for him
half a bottle of wine might offer some comfort, for a short while anyway
as he sips his salvation, he journeys in mind
on a road traveled often, destination never to be found
where his future may lead him, he knows not
it seems that he has always merely tried to last into the following day
with a grimace he muses of tomorrow
when the sun rises next, it will be christmas day
not the best of days for him
truth be told, it could be only the worst
for he knows very well what this will mean
that his usual routine of finding nourishment will not exist
there will be no bakeries tossing out old bread
no eateries filling trash dumpsters with food deemed unfit for customers
only a mere fragment of passers-by from whom to solicit
but most folks crossing his path on this day will be just like him
with little to offer, not even a smile
snapping out from his speculation, he hunkers down upon the grate
trying to escape the bitter cold winds that seem to blow through him
he has found something to concentrate on
this is all that he has
so, we should all take this little tale to bed with us tonight
and recall it tomorrow as we enjoy our great feasts
in the warm comfort of home, with family and friends
for under the fate of circumstance
…every man could be a homeless man
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Posted: Dec 2014
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happy christmas everyone...

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Merry Christmas Hedi! It's been a while....I'm happy to see you still posting.....I always enjoy reading your work. And it's true....we are so fortunate.....on this this be safe and warm.....thanks for the reminder.hug gift
Hi, hedistuff,
Truly, there are those among us who who have much for which to be thankful. Your poem beckons each toward an understanding of what it is that drives individuals into situations of being forsaken. May this holy season fill us with hope to create solutions. For, as the poet writes, ...under the fate of circumstance …every man could be a homeless man. Thanks for sharing.
great poem...thank youbfor sharing this and Happy Merry Christmas buddy
Christmas 2015
godsprincessonline today!
Sad but true. In a lot of places - churches offer a free Christmas meal to all those who are spending Christmas alone or have nowhere to get a meal. Pray that all will find a sanctuary to go to.

Kathy angel
Ye hath no understanding. Unless you hath experienced the very pain the poet described its much harder to
live it. I personally have been there and its not pretty place to be in. To recount a moment while in a rescue mission a place of sanctuary a place of perceived hope the staff cared not to offer a eulogy or mention for a man who died in his bed offered by the mission. Instead they hurriedly ushered out the body and kicked everyone else out to the street until the officials finished their business. Not a word spoken to the homeless men, not a thought of compassion nothing at all. Yet, the mission professed to be doing good for the community. It is said by Jesus
My house is a house of prayer but ye have made it into a den of thieves. The same mission that had a Christmas gathering as cards and offerings and clothing were placed around a tree for the men when they opened a few xmas cards thinking there was nothing but cards there was money in most of them. The staff requested those who took those cards with money they return it to the staff. These people running the show lived in lavish homes just a few miles out of town requested the money gifts to line their own pockets let alone the donations received throughout the year, its very sad indeed and gives the church a bad name. Jesus born in a barn in a nothing town of his time, a poor broken lost village, who had no home, not much of a family to speak of and learned over time who his friends were. In his darkest hour he was accused of offering his truth, his story that did not agree or shine with the powers of the times to be. He met his demise to show humanity just how alone we are. We all have a choice on how to treat one another for good or bad and its not just during Christmas but all year and all through the seasons. In time this blog about the homeless man will be replaced and forgotten with a blog of some other nonsense.
Yet the homeless man or woman will still be homeless and hurting. The lonely, the broken hearted will still be
wondering when will it be their turn to rejoice and know they are loved and not forgotten.
The homeless worry not about so much of writing blogs about their plight, they worry about their regrets and the choices they made and where their next meal will come from or where they will sleep. They are also good in hiding their shame as they do not want to make it seem so bad nor be a burden to others.
Yet the homeless have a choice to change and do the work necessary to get off the streets but some have embraced the lifestyle for they know the shelters and soup kitchens will still be made available. The fear some may have that they are one paycheck away from being allowed to stay in their household and job for the week or month or join the ranks of the homeless. Nothing is for certain and when it comes to compassion today it is like a summer breeze for it may warm us for a moment but is often fleeting and its in the dictionary between cash or credit.
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