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Can You Spare a Dime? by Jeanette Cooper Thursday, June 05, 2008 Rated "G" by the Author. Share Print Save Become a Fan My son and I saw such a man sitting side of the road, looking tired and forlorn. My son said he had talked to the man and learned he was once was in the war. We handed him a bottle of water and ran to the store and bought a footlong sub for him, but when we came back he was gone. My poem is written because of him.
Hey Mister, Can You Spare a Dime? The world is breathing down my neck So much pain and grief to bear Problems weighing me down,down Until I have no love to share. I once had a wonderful life Lived in a fine old home Had food, clothes and family All those wonderful things are gone. Now I make my days Walking up and down streets Begging for a dime or nickle Anything to buy me a few eats. I dig through the garbage cans Looking for old scraps of food Sometimes I'm lucky when I find leftovers that aren't already chewed Can't spend days wondering about tomorrow There is no time if I am to live till then I must concentrate on each minute Fending for me, no help, no friend. My clothes are tattered Worn and pitifully threadbare My shoes have no soles I wrap them with dead cats' fur. I am sick and tired And wish my life would end But I was brought up to believe life sacred So, I must roam these streets Staying alive until my life Transcends this old earth Where people look down on folks like me And wonder why God gave such as me birth. Hey Mister, Can you spare a dime..... © 2008 Jeanette Cooper
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Reviewed by Joyce Bell	12/2/2009

TOUCHING AND TIMELY IN A WORLD WHERE CONDITIONS SUCH AS THIS EXIST IN A GREAT NUMBER. THANKS FOR SHARING JEANETTE, AND GOD BLESS YOU AND YOUR SON FOR YOUR HAND OF KINDNESS EXTENDED. JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS




Reviewed by Mary Coe	8/5/2008

What a true picture you paint, with your words, of the homeless. What a caring person you are. I wish more people felt this way. Your poem reminds me of something that happened with my daughter. She bought this homeless man a nice warm blanket, because it was cold. She returned from the store and he was gone.




Reviewed by Sheila Roy	6/9/2008

The picture you paint pulls on the heart strings. I'm not sure why we still treat heros this way. I'd bet that the talk with your son meant just as much as the water! Love and Hugs~ Sheila




Reviewed by David Delaney	6/9/2008

G'day Jeanette, love your work, I just posted 1 with a similar view point.




Reviewed by Michelle Mead	6/8/2008

This is very raw and very real, and walking down city streets you meet this person alot-most find it easier to look away, so it is great that you wrote this to make people look.




Reviewed by Mary Lacey, Desertrat	6/7/2008

A look through the soul of a homeless person. Your poem brings forth the anguish this person must be feel. Beautifully writen. Mary




Reviewed by Sandie Angel	6/6/2008

This is a very sad write about the homeless people. Whenever I walked by one I often wondered what it has been like with his/her life. After all, once upon a time they were babies who were once loved and cherished by their parents. Sad indeed!!! That is why if I ever walked by any of them I ALWAYS give them something, even if I couldn't spare it. A dime doesn't help much now, it can't buy them anything, a dollar is more like it if we want to give them at least a warm coffee. A very thoughful write indeed!!! Sandie Angel :o)




Reviewed by Christine Alwin	6/6/2008

Stories like this puts life in perspective, the importance of a day. Giving is getting back so much more.




Reviewed by Mr. Ed	6/6/2008

Where people look down on folks like me - how so horrendously true, and how so very sad that many of these people are our very own valiant veterans - ignored by us, and by our own government.




Reviewed by John Leko	6/5/2008

...wishing that one thin dime...could erase the pain and suffering of many...I find your sensitive pen...to show the goodness of your heart...and the honesty of sad images one finds most everywhere. beautiful work of sadness Jeanette... John




Reviewed by Bernice Angoh	6/5/2008

This is very touching...I once asked someone why they wouldn't spare a dime for the homeless and he said (this is true)"I am an immigrant" I thought that was the most stupid thing I'd ever heard. He belived that all those who ask for help are liars and would never give them a thing. Between you and me, I wonder why he never recieves blessings....he is a very miserable person.




Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)	6/5/2008

Yes,very sad indeed..and it's every where i'm afraid..what a beautiful heart you and your son must have..wonderful writing sweet lady..Hugssss,much love to you both of you..please stay safe and well




Reviewed by Barbara Smith	6/5/2008

Jeanette, this is sad and heart wrenching, we never know what has caused a mind to go awry...that's why my heart goes out to everyone that I see that's homeless. The majority of these homeless people are people who have suffered terrible tragedies in life and they have never been able to grasp hold of their lives. Many are Vietnam Veterans, who served their country so well & many are suffering from some sort of mental illness. I pray every night that "no" one will be left homeless and without someone to love. A great write.




Reviewed by Cryssa C	6/5/2008

A thought provoking write... How often do we pass up the opportunity to bless another's life? Cryssa




Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan	6/5/2008

a very sad situation--played over and over on our streets




Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado	6/5/2008

Sad, sad write; why can't people help those who need it the most?? (Especially our veterans, our elderly, or the disabled??) (((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <




Reviewed by Dawn Anderson	6/5/2008

Jeanette, this is so heartbreaking...and these lines..."Where people look down on folks like me And wonder why God gave such as me birth."...put a lump in my throat. Well written.




Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner	6/5/2008

This is becoming more and more common - shame. Painfully penned awareness - well done, Jeanette. (((HUGS))) and love, Karla.