A pile of brittle dry leaves
Was often your bed
No soft downy pillow
To gently lay your head
Such a sad way to live
It was my brothers fate
I didn't find out
Till it was much too late
Your meals from a dumpster
You suffered alone
While you struggled in life
Your dreams had gone
No walls to protect you
From Winter's cold wind
Just bittersweet memories
Of what could have been
It hurts so much
That you were living this way
We'd somehow lost touch
As the years slipped away
A tired, homeless man
With no where to go
I'm so sorry, dear brother
But I didn't know....
(C) Linda Hill
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Regis
peace & love be with you
William
At least no longer
homeless in Heaven
Lady Vivian
budd
I have a good friend who just lost her brother.
Your poem has inspired her to write a tribute in his honor.
So you provided someone with inspiration and that's what matters now.
It's so sad that we sometimes know so little about a loved one or a friend.
You were a good sister because you cared right up until the very end.
God knows your heart Linda; it's not your fault that you did not know.
My own daughter told me yesterday her pride kept her from telling me she was just one day away from being on the street.
We just don't know sometimes we can't be all things for all people and be everywhere all at once..
We try our best to help out and God knows how much we really care.
Peace, Love and Multiple Blessings in Christ,
John Michael Domino
Glad You Had Brother You Miss!
As My Own Brothers Sisters Can't
Wait See Them In Holy Hell,i.e. Its
How My Hurt Goes Away...
Your Friend
TRASK...
Ron