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Life Drags Out of Plastic Bags

His life does not progress; it drags. The few possessions he has are in plastic bags. He has little or nothing to eat, but his heart still beats. He has no place to call his home. He lives on the streets. Nobody he knows is willing to give him a new start. Life is not living when it is out of a shopping cart. inspired by another member's poem

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 3/18/2014 7:23:00 AM
Robert..this poem touched me this morning...I feel blessed to be so fortunate..thank you
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Date: 3/14/2014 8:40:00 PM
In every town, every city....it is the same. Sad to say. A timely poem on a timely subject so well done!
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Date: 3/14/2014 7:33:00 PM
Robert, this poem is so moving. There are so many without homes and it is especially sad when they are older and also in ill health. Great writing!
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Date: 3/14/2014 4:53:00 PM
well written, robert! this depicts a very sad aspect of life these days...
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