Dear Linda,

This is a phenomenal poem - absolutely stunning work!


Hugs and love,

Lance

This is real poetry here!!!!

Harold M. Nash

Very sad and very nice!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

It is a sad and touching poem. The picture speaks a thousand words (as they say), and it is a common scenario in India.

At least twice a year Linda a few of us go down and feed at least 300 hundred or more veterans and other homeless people in the park. When bring grills and grill polish sausages & hot dogs, serve cold slaw, potato chips, some fruit. Give out books, clothes and shoes. And we give them the Word of God, the Gospel of Jesus Christ and most love it. This effort was started by me and now I have support of 2 churches and the Detroit Writers Guild! Thank God and you for reminding us again of the homeless plight all over the world1 Peace.

Heart breaking Linda, it kills me to see this but we know there are so many out there living off the streets and then you hear those spoiled children threatening to move out because they don't get their own way, if they only knew what it was like to truly have NOTHING. Thank you for sharing Linda.

Newfie Hugs, Rose

Tears at the heart strings as if it was someone you loved sitting there in the rags and the filth. Very well done Linda and also sad but true.
Fee

Haunting: how many of us with food in our bellies and a roof overhead truly understand? We are one pink slip; one sudden illness or accident; one poor choice of joining those on the mean streets: sobering write, very well penned.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Linda,

This is a very powerful write, describing the plight of the homeless. It could happen to any of us. This makes you look at these pour souls in a different light.

Mary

To answer Ted's question, the enemy is us, I think. -gene.

Isn't it a shame that a country as rich and powerful as the United State s of America can't take care of a single homeless person? We are so desensitized to the needs of others, that we forsake the basic tenants of our Judaeo-Christian faiths where we have the obligation to feed and clothe the hungry before doing so for ourselves. Your beautifully written poem brings this important issue to the forefront. If only people would pay attention and do something!

You notice how the lady sits with her possessions snugged up against her? She has lost everything else and these few things are too easily lost on those hungry mean streets. No family or friends? What happened? You could know if you sit down with her, if she will talk. She may be one of the many who were kicked out of special-care or private mental facilities a few years ago when government subsidies were stopped. Not far away, covered by a layer of newspapers on a park bench is a grizzled old man who looks nothing like the Marine who returned from Vietnam to be cursed and spat upon by a peacenik public; he dropped out, became homeless, voluntarily (truly a man without a country). He still has his jungle nightmares, and his anger, for company. Here in Bowie County, Texas, we boast more than 700 churches full of happy congregations; people who turn their eyes away from the homeless in Texarkana. Who is the enemy?

Thank you for sharing this, Linda :-)

Ted

Heartbreaking write, we must do all we can to help those who are truly in need!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(

Even though I am poor myself, this is when I say, "There for the grace of God go I"; I am a lot better off than these poor unfortunate souls!

Beautifully done, Linda. Thanks for sharing those feelings.

Truly heartfelt, and truly far too many of these cold and hungry homeless souls in our nation today - and many of them include valiant veterans who gave their nation their all - and they now have nothing at all.

You made me feel sorry for a can, now that is writing talent my girl. Well done and well penned. Love, Bonnie