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No Place Like Home

He was very lonely in the cold,
resigned to live a life that 
we have never known,
below the city lights where
eyes don't wish to see
in a world that is 
but it should never be.
He had so many dreams
when he was young
but fate would reach
and crush them one by one
'til hope had turned to tears
until he cried no more - 
pieces of his world
lie broken on the floor.
How could I pass him by
with barely just a glance,
not even wishing life
a second chance, but
I was very late for dinner
on that day...besides
I had to go, I had to
........get away!


Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Date: 11/20/2018 4:10:00 PM
what a striking reality that we cannot offer all to those who are marginalized, but our compassion is enough, craig... i enjoyed the unique presentation of your theme, a gift that enlarges your audience... i wrote about a homeless child; what a coincidence... huggs
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Date: 11/20/2018 3:06:00 PM
You have expressed the plight of the homeless so brilliantly in this masterful piece Craig! Sadly it is the way most of us tend to react. I don't do enough but donate money for meals. I loved your wonderful insight in this poem! : )
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Date: 11/20/2018 2:40:00 PM
well said, craig! it is often easier to ignore the suffering of others - especially when there's so little we can do to help. it is very sad, though...
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