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Each Night At Ten

They stand in line their heads bowed low bedraggled and unkempt a shocking sight this day and age their sorry plight to sleep at night not in a warm and cosy bed but in a doorway in the cold and in the rain instead The queue for daily sustenance snakes right around the block no talking they wait patiently to ease their hunger pangs but who can ease their mind pains as they scuttle off to eat some with barely rags to wear with nothing on their feet I feel so guilty walking by heading for my bed I pray they can be saved for how much more can they endure Borne from mothers babes in arms just like you and I what happened to these poor lost souls they queue for food these hungry men heads bowed low each night at ten Written 21st May 2019 5th PLACE Contest Name: CONTEST 600,ANY FREE VERSE ,ANY THEME Sponsor: Brian Strand 2nd PLACE Contest Compassion Sponsor Line Gauthier PREMIER CONTEST Contest:Favourite Poem from May, 2019 Sponsor: Julia Ward

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Kai Michael Neumann

Date: 6/13/2019 4:07:00 AM

Guilty you are not, because you wrote this poem and have shown compassion. Writing is a wonderful start to the journey of kindness. Best wishes, Kai

Ann Gilmour
Date: 6/13/2019 4:14:00 AM

Bless you Kai for your kind comments and welcome visit. With kindest thoughts Ann xx

Susan Ashley

Date: 6/2/2019 8:25:00 PM

I was captivated by your compassionate poem, Ann. A haunting piece expressed with poetic beauty. Congratulations on your wonderful win. Warmest wishes always.. ~Susan

Ann Gilmour
Date: 6/2/2019 11:55:00 PM

Thank you so much Susan, I really appreciate your visit and your beautiful comments - thank you! With kindest thoughts Ann xx

Panagiota Romios

Date: 5/22/2019 5:18:00 PM

Here in the USA, Anne, it's not like a scene from a " Christmas Carol". The so called poor are used as political pawns. Hence cities like San Francico and LA the weather is comfortable and great for tents People are not starving. IN SF, the city is covered with needles and feces. The so called poor insult you or urunate on you. Maybe different in the UK! I Do appreciate your compassion, Anne.

Ann Gilmour
Date: 5/25/2019 3:32:00 AM

Oh dear Panagiota, that does sound most unpleasant, it's as if they seem to be alienating themselves from the rest of society, but maybe they have such a low self esteem and can only express themselves through anger? Thank you for your visit, with kindest thoughts Ann xx

Vijay Pandit

Date: 5/21/2019 7:45:00 AM

You speak from the heart and give them a voice--they certainly have none without the kind wishes and generosity of people like you. Even in the United States (where I live) that scene you describe is evident in some form in parts of the cities. Your poems are elegant in simplicity, Ann.

Ann Gilmour
Date: 5/22/2019 5:06:00 PM

Thank you so much for your wonderful comments Vijay and I appreciate your kind visit. What a terrible dilemma this has become and it seems to be getting worse with nobody seeming to be doing much about it! With kindest thoughts Ann xx