Phyllis Babcock Poet Rhyme

Hunger

I sit watch want to weep
seeing you sitting on the street
with cane made of wood
hand carved  not very good
a banged up sign in hand
sitting unable to stand
cars just pass you by
my heart wants to cry
no one worrying how you fare
a world that does not care
two cigarettes in a empty hat
hair tangled in a mat
 you sit wish me well
as you sit for a spell
a homeless man down on his luck
hoping to get even a buck
i took him coffee wished him well
he was grateful I could tell.

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Johnson Vdev November 19, 2019 at 8:17 PM Making a needy happy is far better than all your prayers. U just made a good poem of an everyday scene many forget .,..u do have a heart that has concern ...great going

Lindsay Laurie June 27, 2019 at 9:11 PM Hello Phyllis … I can't imagine what living on the street during winter would be like. Just a small act with a helping hand can mean so much - thanks Phyllis - Lindsay Phyllis Babcock July 12, 2019 at 3:41 PM Thanks Lindsay yes small acts is what we all should do you never know whose day you can make. Enjoying a nice summer and picking my raspberries. love phyl

Mystic Rose Rose June 25, 2019 at 5:19 PM Something its the little things we do that matter most Phyllis, just your presence and a warm coffee made a world of difference for that day I'm sure. Your such a kind soul. thank you for sharing, have a blessed evening.xo Phyllis Babcock July 12, 2019 at 3:42 PM Thank you for your comment much appreciated. love phyl