Anonymous faces
Stare at me
Then go home
To their TV
This cold bench
Is where I stay
Wonder if I'm in
The way
Hunger ravaging
Deep in my gut
Infection in
A ragged cut
Only coldness
All around
Lonely makes
A hell of a sound
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Anonymous faces
Rush on by
Not seeing the
Tears I cry
The pain of living
Is too much
I ache for one
Tender touch
Every day is
About the same
Playing the
Survival game
Walkin these old
Streets alone
Hope and will
Are long gone
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Anonymous faces
They don't care
Smell of chicken
In the air
The world is still
Moving on
I'm standing still
Existing alone
No bed to sleep in
But a cold ground
Nothing to eat
But some scraps I found
I don't own much
Just the clothes on my back
A lifetime of living
In a paper sack
This was a truly deep and compassionate work of empathy! A beautiful and sad poem about the ugly reality of a social tragedy! Very touching and THANK YOU for writing this!
Powerful and numbing in the fraility of Time's lives, Linda, I feel a touch guilty in being selfish to my needs, while averting my face to that which is painful to see. The look on this fellow's face will haunt me, it could be any of us, it could be me...
Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)
Reviewed on June 18, 2003
Linda this is a trully powerful and touching write...a masterpiece to what for some has sadly come...SUPER!!!!
~Nikki~
Trust Me There's An End, I Promise You You'll Be There With Me When All Hell Breaks Loose, Ain't Gona Be Mother Goose, But, That NOOSE Around Humanities (Greed)Throat...
Oh Linda, what a poem, what a reminder! We close our eyes to hungry, needy, silent and vocal pleas everyday! Or else, we just don't see, or want to see need all around us! Yet, we continue to waste! We spend soooo much money on sooooo many useless things, yet refuse to assist someone in need! How sad! Thanks for this poem!
What an angel heart you have.
We have so much to be thankful for.
I feel so blessed to be in the business of helping people who would otherwise be in the sad state you describe so well.
If everyone just gives a little it can make a big difference.
Beautiful poem.
John
Reviewed by Tony Nerone (Reader)
Reviewed on June 18, 2003
GM, Linda
Very descriptive writing! You show a deep sense of compassion by this stellar piece!
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Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
~Nikki~
Trust Me There's An End, I Promise You You'll Be There With Me When All Hell Breaks Loose, Ain't Gona Be Mother Goose, But, That NOOSE Around Humanities (Greed)Throat...
TRASK
steve
Amor
In Spirit,
Bear
We have so much to be thankful for.
I feel so blessed to be in the business of helping people who would otherwise be in the sad state you describe so well.
If everyone just gives a little it can make a big difference.
Beautiful poem.
John
Very descriptive writing! You show a deep sense of compassion by this stellar piece!
tony
This on e{{SAD}
and it touches deep.
Peggy