by Budd Nelson
Saturday, April 28, 2012
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the possibility exists only fate and persistence keep it at bay.
28 April 2012
Back up against cold hard concrete
vibrating with rush hour traffic.
Cloaked in cast off dirty flannel
scavenged from an urban dumpster.
Unshaven, unwashed, barely fed
existing hour by precious hour.
Walking a mile trashbag laden
to slake his thirst at a fountain.
Ignored by most those he passes
and others expressing disdain.
Junkie, drunk,thief or lazy bum
being judged without just cause.
Name unkown, unasked, unwanted
presence shunned by all but destitute.
Returns to the protecting bridge
trys to survive another long night.
Thrashing about unpleasent dreams
even sleep is without solace.
Cast off by civilized mankind
his fault or just luck of the draw.
All but for fate this could be me
and could someday still maybe be.
Do I help him or just pass by
like everyone else before me.
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|Reviewed by Annabel Sheila
|I "always" reach out....just can't walk by...if I have a dollar in my pocket...it's his! That's called humanity....loved this one, Budd!
|Reviewed by JMS Bell
|SO FEW OF REALIZE WHAT YOU HAVE, BUT IT IS SO TRUE; 'BUT FOR THE GRACE OF GOD...THERE GO I'. WELL DONE, BUDD AND THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|unfortunately, this is going on for far too long ... poems works well ...|
|Reviewed by Keith Rowley
|Reading your poem reminded me of a statistic I recently encountered: apparently, in the UK (my birth-country), some 25% of homeless people are ex-servicemen. I don't know if the reference is gender neutral. Anyway, thinking this, I imagine all those souls standing tall and proud as they once did with their comrades, serving a common and respected cause. People fall hard in this world and it seems that the more we pay the state to care for others, the less it does.
You obviously have sincere feelings on this matter which shine through between the words. Good job.
|Reviewed by Diana Wiles
|A heart rending write. The phrase 'There but for the grace of God' etc comes to mind...As Amber says, every person has their story to tell, and I have listedned to quite a few...most of them very sad...
We can all help even in some small way if we have a mind to...After all, Love makes the world go round...
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|Powerful, I know one thing with the downfall of the 2008 economy etc...it can be anybody, no one should take a thing for granted..God Bless the homeless~ we must as a nation and individuals support our people!|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Your poem brings out thoughts of “but for fate” and guilt for not offering money. The homeless are not unilaterally homeless for a single reason. There are many that bring people to this desperate situation. Some can be helped. Some cannot. The difficulty is in discerning who can be helped. Unfortunately, many of the men that we see are the result of their being, at a young age, misled into thinking that they would somehow profit by going to war. Instead, their youth was shattered by the horror they experienced that they can no longer share or even overcome.
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
|This one is a killer of the heart, Budd. I know what you mean. I work in my state's capital city and I see quite a few homeless destitute people. It breaks my heart every time. Each one of them has a story to tell, why not start finding out what his story is and write about it and make other's realize that they are not alone in this world...So much pain and suffering among us humans and beasts also...What are we to do???
Not really a question!!
Much peace, love and light, dear friend,
|Reviewed by Odin Roark
|A lyrical reminder that hard facts, hard reality, tough love is sometimes difficult to face when we are but passengers on a train. How easy it is to pull the shades. We need to do more to not only help those in NEED, but there is much to do in addressing our law makers with compassionate, yet thoroughly thought through messages.|
|Reviewed by Laura Fall
|Oh my this is a deeply moving write well done indeed Laura
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|Ruan has an interesting take on this.
I realize that life is different now, but I was a street person for about two decades, plus. I refused to allow my self to get in the dumpster category though. I would work out of day labor places, get paid just enough to pay for a cheap room for the night and something to eat. Most of those I ran into were there because they wanted to be, I was there because I wanted to be also. Then, one day I woke up and decided the street was going to destroy me, so I began the process of escape.
|Reviewed by Ruan Mills Burke
|I am in the fortunate position of not seeing too many of 'life's destitutes' out here in the countryside, so when I do see them, I always give them something.
Maybe the answer for all our cast-offs, be they animals or people, is to provide for the unwanted people but with the proviso that they care for an unwanted animal - Look after the pet well and we look after them well - Could work.