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Bowed Head, Low Heart

Any given day
Driving through town
Rushing to work
Heading home
Shopping

A glance out the window
A lonely figure
Bowed head
Desperation
A cardboard sign
Asking for help

What thoughts in his mind
What thoughts of me
No eye contact
No time to stop
Numb
Conditioned

Time to change
Low heart

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Heidi Sands Date: 8/29/2017 11:50:00 AM Thank you for sharing this Mike and bringing it to our attention. It is very sad what is happening to many and any bit we can do can help. :) Login to Reply

Jan Allison Date: 8/29/2017 11:48:00 AM We are so busy going about our everyday life Mike and your poem amkes me stop and think. We never know what has forced people to live out onto the streets I should say exist because it is hardly 'life' as we know it. I have also written on the subject ''the lowest of the low' is my poem. We have no visibly homeless here Mike but teenagers do 'couchsurf when they have issues at home :-( hugs Jan xx Login to Reply