Outside my train window
there were shopping carts.

A gruel image of the homeless
too tired for life’s problems
Finding liquor on street corners;
wrapping bottles in bags

I see a sad remembrance
of giving up. Crying with pity
as sometimes we all want to do
when life gets rough
and we want the easy way out

I still see the markings
on paint-washed fences
hiding broken down cars
with littered walkways
amongst old couches
now used by survivors

I am quiet in my thoughts
as I remember my comfort
and the feeling of warmth
when I paid my bill

It’s time to leave this world
when we have nothing but memories
strapped like nooses in sorrow
around heads that gave up

I still write again
though thank my feelings
for my ability to see
a world with mixed up feelings