(This poem was inspired by several homeless ones that I encountered while residing in San Francisco, California during the 1970's.)
In the dawn of an early morning... all is quiet on the city streets, as I walk in the midst of fog; with thoughts of the night before. I can smell the faint aroma of whiskey and wine. I stop in my footsteps.... A young man huddles in the corner ofbrick; on his face are the lines of a lost soul; wearied of the world. My heart pities, not only his lonliness, but his fate. One more lesson of life that I must be taught? I've acknowledged. He looks up to me, beckons me to his side; asking for a coin, a cup of coffee, or a cigarette. I smile and reach out to him with a gentle touch to calm the rage in his eyes. A few tokens of generosity, I place in his opened hand. His grin was comforting.My heart pulsates at a special moment in time. Silently, "I wonder who you are, from where?" As I walk away feeling sad and joyful, He calls out to me, "May God bless you, dear child!" An honest plea, "I've wished for you, a blessing, as well."
Hi Monika
You left me a very kind review of "What if" back on May 2.
Very moving expression hear. My brother once tried to give a homeless
person he passed $20 just because. The man sincerely appealed to him
that it would not be Good for him to take it -- it was far too much money for anyone in his culture to have in his possession.
We haven't a CLUE how they really live. We're spoiled beyond imagining. Blessings, Vicky
Nice poem and photo.
I had written a long poem named 'homeless' for a homeless magazine in Chicago that was not published.
I wish you culd meet me on the Harrison Street in Chicago in 1996-1997.
Thank you somuch.
Subrata Ganguli
Good poem, Monika-
Just a couple of things for you-loneliness-Check your tense to keep it in present tense all the way through. Just for you- Jerry-I have a new poem-Tasting The Night- Try it when you have time.
Monika, the beautiful sunset is staggering! And this touching poem of a kind deep made me shed tears. I seemed to share with you and the man the different feeling involved. So many of us brush off homelessnes with the thought that they don't have to be there. Well some don't put a lot do. And many will stay homeless unless our society changes its blase attitude toward the less fortunate. You are a very good writer Lady. Bill Murray
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You left me a very kind review of "What if" back on May 2.
Very moving expression hear. My brother once tried to give a homeless
person he passed $20 just because. The man sincerely appealed to him
that it would not be Good for him to take it -- it was far too much money for anyone in his culture to have in his possession.
We haven't a CLUE how they really live. We're spoiled beyond imagining. Blessings, Vicky
I had written a long poem named 'homeless' for a homeless magazine in Chicago that was not published.
I wish you culd meet me on the Harrison Street in Chicago in 1996-1997.
Thank you somuch.
Subrata Ganguli
Happy Holidays
peggy
Great Job
Officer William Heffner
Just a couple of things for you-loneliness-Check your tense to keep it in present tense all the way through. Just for you- Jerry-I have a new poem-Tasting The Night- Try it when you have time.
Greetings.
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