We had a major snow storm in my area this weekend, thus this poem. There are many homeless in my area and yours. By the grace of God go I?
Wrapped in a dirty blanket
I found on the floor
How much longer can I hang on
Can't feel my feet anymore
The wind blows the snow
Through a broken window pane
As a far away whistle blows
From a distant train
This old abandoned house
Is all that I could find
To keep me from the cold
And the stares of mankind
***********
My stomach growls in hunger
As the shadows play
I've got to find the strength
To make it through another day
Behind my broken window
The world goes on and on
Not caring about this sick old man
Who doesn't have a home
This old abandoned house
Is all I could find
To keep me from the cold
And the stares of mankind...
Nice write! Very descriptive of one of this nation's saddest and growing problem ... homelessness. Makes one think what brought this poor old man to this state of affair.
Dear Linda, this is a very sad reality. I can only pray and draw hope and joy from the belief that when God gives extraordinary trials, He gives extraordinary comfort. An honestly meaningful piece.
Sad picture, perfectly shown. So good, Linda. Sure it isn't just me who vows to donate more after reading this. T h a n k . y o u !! xOx 'Pea' xOx
Reviewed by Geoff M. Pope (Reader)
Reviewed on February 10, 2010
Heart-rendingly needed read for me today
while complaining about a few mouth sores.
Glory be to God for your care about and for
the poor. Do you know the name of the man
in that unforgettable photo? The one who
took the picture -- and hopefully talked
and helped the old man? If so, please
let me know.
Touches the heart Linda as I once said we can't take care of the world but we can help, carry a pack of coffee cupons, offer to buy a meal, share your blankets, hats and mitts to those in need. Great write.
EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WORDS FROM KIND HEART!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva
Reviewed by Richard Arrington (Reader)
Reviewed on February 1, 2010
Linda, I help feed some 800 Families every month, 1000 from November to January. The numbers always increase around the holidays. My friends and I go out regardless of the weather, more then once our clothing has been frozen on us. Why? because people need to care. I have a nice two story home on 100 acres of land a more then three meals a day if I desire, but I understand that I could be homeless tomarrow and this is why I care. "Do unto others, as you would have done unto you." Anyone, big or small can fall, and this is why we should all care. Thank you for this!
Linda this poem is so sad and profound very well writen. Last year I spent the better part of July 4th 2009 feeding veterans & homeless people. We had two grills and fed nearly 400 people. Also gave them the Word, books, and clothing. But most of all we shared their pain, heartaxhes, and huged them. God bless you my sister.Peace!!!
Reviewed by Stan Grimes (Reader)
Reviewed on February 1, 2010
Great write! Hits right to the point. Good job, Linda.
WHAT A VERY, VERY VIVID PORTRAIT OF A SO SAD COMMON OCCURENCE. DONE WELL WITH PHRASES THAT TOUCH. IT IS HARD TO IMAGINE I KNOW...BUT EVEN IN THE MIST OF THIS SITUATION...HE IS NOT ALONE. PRAISE GOD FOR THIS AND MAY OUR HEAVENLY FATHER TOUCH THE HEARTS AND MINDS OF THOSE THAT ARE EXPERIENCING BEING HOMELESS(LIKE I AM)TO KNOW THIS. THANKS FOR SHARING AND GOD BLESS. LOVE, JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
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Linda,
You make this very personal and the impact of your words is heightened as a result, but this poem is much more than style or technique, it's the plight of those destitute and marginalized and your generous and caring heart is clear in every line.
Sadly, Linda... that old man and a million more were one day hard working Americans, paid taxes, owned homes, raised families...then one day the job was gone...we are avanquishing breed. You have expressed your thoughts extremely well.
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Blessings,
JMD
Best wishes,
Sheri
while complaining about a few mouth sores.
Glory be to God for your care about and for
the poor. Do you know the name of the man
in that unforgettable photo? The one who
took the picture -- and hopefully talked
and helped the old man? If so, please
let me know.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
enjoyed reading
Peace & Love Be with you
William
This is a powerful write, strengthened by the first-person perspective. Wonderful:)
Sheila
I Was Homeless In Streets Los Angelese Sleazy Mexifornia--Nobody But Nobody Cares Gives Flying S**T Until It Happens To(You)Them!
All And Those Who Read This Somehow You Just All Think You Are Infallible!
ETAL: There Is 14,000 bank Foreclosures Day--Just Where Do You Think All These People End Up In Streets Along With Millions Of Others--Families Most Are Children...
GIVE Another Taxpayer$ $3.5 Billion$ To G M C Save Auto Industrys-
To Hell With Millions Homeless...
TRASK
Bless you always.
John
You make this very personal and the impact of your words is heightened as a result, but this poem is much more than style or technique, it's the plight of those destitute and marginalized and your generous and caring heart is clear in every line.
John
The displaced are treated like an alien race.
I like it!
Becca
we have so many homeless
in this city now - literally
blocks and blocks of them,
their plight is pitiful
Blessings ...
r
GOD BLESS
Tony
Cheers,
Dan