Cory Long Poet Sonnet

Homeless Man

~~*~~
Thinking to myself how it must feel.
When life comes down to begging for a meal.
We were once equals you and me.
Until my job flew south you see.
When no one wants to lock eyes.
That’s when another piece of you dies.
With no place to call a home.
You’re now on the roam. 
Huddled around a can at night
is your only light. 
Eating out of trash cans
Takes the last piece of dignity away from a man.
With courage in his soul and faith in his heart
He dreams of his new start.

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Carolyn Devonshire October 24, 2011 at 10:59 AM Cory, this is so true. Anyone of us could be the "cardboard man" if circumstances led us down this path. I really like the way you point out that nobody will "lock eyes" with him because this is truly the way it is. Many of us want to help. Sometimes the beggars are alcoholics, but if someone needs to work for food, I'd gladly find some work for them. Best wishes in the contest, dear. Responded to your Soup mail. Love, Carolyn

Shannon Deane October 24, 2011 at 9:58 AM Fantastic write Cory, best of luck in the contest...luv shannon

Andrew Nashat October 23, 2011 at 2:57 PM Touching poem brings out the world of chaos and inequality we live in.

Jack Horne October 23, 2011 at 5:50 AM Tender compassionate write, Cory. Many congrats to you too : )

Andrea Dietrich October 22, 2011 at 7:33 PM You did fabulously with the topic, Cory! I enjoyed the read.