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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!

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Nette Onclaud

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

Connie Marcum Wong

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! : )

Ilene Bauer

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...