A Heaven In You

i met a wise man with the heart of gold 
he told me all his stories of his days of old 

he said a child is crying on the other side of the world 
and her mother is dieing she'll grow a lonely girl 

time and time again he i've seen the faces of death 
and if we keep this up there will be no one left 

he said just the other day i seen young man get shot 
if you wanna see the blood walk around my block 

i sat and i watched the tears roll down his face 
and then he turned and looked at me and said just have faith 

he said hold on be strong theres so much more 
he said every dark room has at least one door 

two babies and their mother walking down the road
toting grocery bags with their raggedy clothes

he said what about the man in the cardboard box?
what about the homeless women around my block?

no one seems to care about what they're going through 
no one wants to hear about the back street blues

oh how sad it makes me to think about all the fine dining 
oh how sad it makes me to watch them burn all their money 
and still have their silver lining 

when all that we do is struggle all day 
and wonder why some people just cant keep faith
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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November 21, 2011 at 2:53 PM
Every dark room has a door...this should definitely be recorded!!
Wesley Avatar
September 21, 2011 at 5:07 PM
A verse to stir the heart. Poverty is spreading even among the wealthy countries and your words remind us to be thankful for our blessings. Beautifully done John
Onclaud Avatar
March 13, 2011 at 5:29 AM
a poignant write, joe... this scene depicts the goom of poverty through your shininh piece.. we have a lot of this in the philippines... are you from here?? :) huggs, nette
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March 4, 2011 at 7:22 AM
Very touching write, John. I do worry about the homeless and have seen people on the streets of NY making their homes on cardboard boxes. As you say, each dark room has a door. Just wish we could help people who are struggling open these doors. Excellent poetry. Love, Carolyn
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March 3, 2011 at 10:08 AM
I am enjoying reading the many diverse poems written by the many wonderful poets writing and sharing here at PoetrySoup today. I am happy that yours was among the ones I had the pleasure to read John. I am adding you to my favorite poet list. Love, Carol
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