No Less a Man

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Waking to a world of pain, truth cuts deep as any blade. As my eyes squint from the strain, the sun rises, and dreams fade. Held to ridicule and jest, hunger haunts body and soul. And yet, I've no time to rest, wolfing down what scraps I stole. Searching faces with no name, I'm seldom far from a tear. And fending off guilt and shame, I'm alone, bullied by fear. Children laugh, and adults stare, leaving me hurt and unsure. And homeless; I'm forced to bear those hurtful taunts I endure. I pray upon bended knee and survive the best I can. So I ask, "Please, God...why me?" I'm human, no less a man. (Quatrain) 8/12/2015

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Line Gauthier

Date: 3/8/2018 10:20:00 AM

"Why me?" The reader is left curious as to the reasons with few details given about the actual situation... Again, much compassion on your part. Well done.

Mama Bear

Date: 8/17/2015 1:55:00 PM

So true. Many broken people out there but they are no less a man. Everyone has feelings even the broken and homeless. Very well expressed Blessings Edith

Emile Pinet
Date: 8/18/2015 8:46:00 AM

Thanks Mama Bear, I appreciate your support. Emile.

Wilma Neels

Date: 8/12/2015 9:20:00 AM

Emile, did you see the video of this gentleman in your pic playing the piano? Your write is such a fitting piece to the video, I absolutely love it, so aptly titled as well..

Emile Pinet
Date: 8/12/2015 9:37:00 AM

Thanks Wilma, yes I did see the video, he was fantastic. I appreciate your support. Emile.