Vince Suzadail Jr. Poet Free verse

Maybe Then

Travelling gives one different perceptions
A diversity in our hearts, a sense of reality
Grown men don’t cry, not now, not ever
Maybe then
A child cries, hungry, detached, wondering why
A mother sees with her heart, faith 
Do we feel yet, do we see? Now? Ever? 
Maybe then
Wino sits reflecting on life, a different time
Someone’s child, wrong road, lost
One more day, another bottle
Maybe then
Young girl cries, poor choices, 
A child with child, will she ever learn
Turn your head, close your eyes
Maybe then
Walk away, unfeeling, untouched
Stop at church, their souls forgotten
Can’t feel the fire? Judgement day?
Maybe then.

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Deneen White September 18, 2008 at 5:20 PM whether it's a wino or a homeless person, they belong to someone, and sometimes people are just tossed to the side like yesterdays trash, we all feel, hurt, cry and have pain, when cut we all bleed the same, life's journey's are a step- stool to learning, deep write my friend, and again thank you your words of encouragement are a joy to my heart, take care D-nyce

Kristin Reynolds September 18, 2008 at 4:00 AM Wow, this poem leaves me feeling very empty and frantic with all the lost wondering out there...We are all in charge of taking the steps needed to change, we mujst have faith that they will see before it's too late...I believe it is possible, as I've done it. never give up!Love Kristin

Michael Jordan September 17, 2008 at 7:48 PM Vince very clear, powerful and profound message written very well in every aspect - timeless poem Vince

Sharon Winter September 17, 2008 at 2:51 PM Traveling is educating on different cultures and often quite an eye opener to life in general. Sometimes though, you don't have to travel very far to see and feel what you are writing about. Love, Shar

James Foulk September 17, 2008 at 12:05 PM I had dreams when I was young to travel all over the world, but one thing after another stopped me. If a person can travel they should, get out and see how the other half lives. a great poem from a great poet. thank you for reading my poetry and for your kind comments.

Carrie Richards September 17, 2008 at 7:59 AM What a thought provoking poem, Vince. You are right in saying that traveling gives a different perspective...we see the world with different eyes, all those people out there who are so different perhaps, yet, also, the same as ourselves in so many ways. Struggling and needing and wanting the same things. It's easy to walk away, never look back, but it's a caring person that doesn't forget them. God Bless you for remembering them. ~Carrie