30 Degrees Below Compassion
30 below
Thinking about that homeless man
as I caress a cup of
designer coffee.
In a snowflake I see his frozen face
as vanilla creamer slides down my throat.
Saw that homeless snowman
three days in a row
nesting on the same corner
begging for a bowl.
but I never invited him home
for a bit of warmth
a crumb
to hear his yellowing stories.
Karma is barking at the foothills of my soul.
"You may be homeless someday
homeless
cold
forgotten."
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
