Every Saturday morning at half-past eight I stand in the breadline at St. John's. This is about this morning. I also won the breadline milk lottery. A three-peat!
Breadline Solidarity
Fresh-scrubbed bright-eyed corn-fed blonde-haired girls make A special breadline box for the poet And boys who look just like them bring it out They offer absolutely everything But there is only so much I can take Since I walked down and the grownups know it So a volunteer volunteers to bring Box and poet home having brought about An eye-opening confirmation class
We pass a hobo lying on the grass He is already tired and has no place To go with his Saturday breadline box But he got a good one in any case And I see he holds a new pair of socks Too clean for his feet until later on When he can step into the fountain's pool Tonight when the out-of-towners have gone He knows what to do is nobody's fool And illustrates the central paradox Of homelessness where hard knocks go to school Wherever he is is his place to be
The kids have had their eyes opened today Their confirmation class taught them to see That hobos and poets look the same way At least when hobos are poets like me Standing in the breadline on Saturday Thanking God I still have a place to live If perhaps only temporarily To put away what opened-eyed kids give With love in breadline solidarity
I once had a man tell me those hobos were homeless because they are lazy. I got angry. Sometimes life simply throws to much at a person and they simply cannot catch anymore. There but by the grace of God go I.
A powerful write about a problem that is getting bigger in America every day but some simply close their eyes and refuse to look. Wait till it happens to them.
God Bless,
Lew
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
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A powerful write about a problem that is getting bigger in America every day but some simply close their eyes and refuse to look. Wait till it happens to them.
God Bless,
Lew
Powerful lines, here - count your blessings, you have a place to go.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.