He Had a Job

Walking the many city streets and allies day in, day out he never complains. The streets are his home now and he is okay with that, people who see him just walk on by never uttering a 'good morning' or even a 'hi' they see him as invisible. His bed is a big dirty card board box that is behind a old broken down dumpster. News papers are used for his blankets each night he lays down to sleep he prays and thanks God for a good day. The clothes he wears are smelly, dirty, old and worn but he never ever complains. He can't buy anything now because he lost his job of 50 years he holds a small tin cup. The cup some times has a dollar or two but usually it is empty like he is inside. This man once was hard working, had a wife, kids nice house and a warm bed to lay down on at night time, his clothes were always clean, but when the factory closed he lost his wife, kids and the house he had. He never complains because he knows When he walks those streets, allies that someday, someone will see him and know that it could be them walking the streets and alley's and people pass them by.

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Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Date: 6/14/2011 12:08:00 AM

Insightful. Deep. Relevant social poetry. Excellent! (Love to you, my friend.)

Dr.Ram Mehta

Date: 6/10/2011 2:08:00 PM

Very thoughtful and meaningful expressions on the plight of the jobless, Rhonda

James Foulk

Date: 6/10/2011 1:03:00 PM

yes many people today who have jobs and fine homes, could find themselves out of a job and living on the street, we should show kindness, a few years ago my wife and i helped this man who was homeless, we took him into our house for a while, later he found a job, it was a great feeling to help this man, i even wrote a poem about it, called Under the Bridge, check it out.

Leo Larry Amadore

Date: 6/10/2011 12:25:00 PM

An empathetic, feeling poem delineating the plight of far too many homeless in our country. It is very important to keep this theme before us and to remind us that we could all find ourselves in this same situation. Let's resolve to practice a little kindness toward these fellowmen and to help them to the extent of our abilities. Good job. (Please correct your spelling of "alleys".)