Homeless Man

I saw a homeless man 
Begging on O'connell bridge 
Behind him the dark stagnant waters of the Liffey 
Flowing aimlessly along the quays,
All around him a large crowd of people 
Walking to and fro
And somewhere from among the crowd 
A kind-hearted stranger turned around 
And walked over to the homeless man, 
And bending down 
Looked into his wrinkled weather-beaten face 
His glazed-over drunken eyes 
And empty paper cup beside him on the ground,
And spoke with warmth and understanding 
To The homeless man 
And listened to every word he said 
And reached out with a kind and generous hand
And put some money into the empty paper cup, 
Then straightening up he turned around 
And  walked away,
Disappearing into the memory of that day. 


                 W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2008.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Zacharias Avatar
May 5, 2019 at 5:07 PM
Lovely compassion expressed here. Well done.
Kiser Avatar
February 2, 2019 at 4:42 PM
A beautiful, compassionate poem; this unrolls a scene like a lovely red carpet. Very well penned.
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