The Unfortunate Man (poem) by Debra Faulconer Baker on AuthorsDen

The Unfortunate Man
by Debra Faulconer Baker → (All Poetry by Debra Faulconer Baker)
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A child capturing a moment of reality as it is now. The voice of a Mother, describing a homeless mans only treasures. This title of Debra Bakers work was featured in the Florida Tibune some years back with a homeless article.
Mother! "Why do other's speak of the unfortunate man?" Is it his shoes don't match His clothes are tattered and torn He does not have a job "Why must he walk the street's with a basket?" Collecting his can's Other's utter "where must he sleep" I never see him panhandling Nor, do I see him beg Friend's tell me he lives in a cardboard box Many call him weird My Son, "we must not judge" For he is just a man His clothes are clean Though a little tattered and torn As for his basket It may be filled with his many treasure's He earns his keep collecting his can's That is his job! And his cardboard box is his home and castle Copyright 2004

Reviewed by Connie Faust

Reviewed on November 23, 2009

A very appealing poem. Somehow, the questions and answers convey so much understanding. The mother's patient replies to her son's questions are teaching him compassion. Well done.
Connie

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on February 14, 2007

This is a worthy message, Debra. Thank you for sharing it. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Joyce Bowling

such a powerful write my friend! Felix is right we should never place judgment upon another human unless we've walked in their shoes, we never know what may be going on in other's lives...great write!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on February 13, 2007

I read this earlier today but chose to wait and reread it again before writing my review. It is close to my inner self this write for there was a time that I teetered on the very edge of being that man. Divorced, out of work, penniless I almost gave up but I was lucky, a new job, a new love and a little girl to think about brought me back to this side of the line. No one should judge another persons shoes.

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Reviewed by Laura Mayer (Reader)

Never judge lest we be judged, thought provoking write Debra!
Hugs, Laura

Reviewed by Sharon Jordan

Dear Debra:

Makes me think of the line "There but for the grace of God..." Very thought provoking poem here.

Bless you,
Sharon