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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. :)

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