Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

The Forgotten

The forgotten haunt our nation's street corners
   The blind, the lame, the broken -- so forlorn or
Stricken and smitten every step of their way
   They ask but a pittance -- to elevate your day

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Richard Lamoureux January 21, 2019 at 11:24 AM You have made the forgotten memorable. Thanks for your kind visit and comment.:0) Gershon Wolf January 21, 2019 at 3:35 PM That's what I'm supposed to tell you!! (I.e., thanks for your kind visit and comment.) So---much appreciated, Richard! Best wishes, Gershon

Michelle Faulkner January 21, 2019 at 2:29 AM Such a soulful reminder to tend to the ones so neglected, for the betterment of all- Gershon Wolf January 21, 2019 at 3:35 PM Appreciate the feedback, Michelle! :) gw

Bobby May January 20, 2019 at 9:55 PM That's GREAT! Gershon Gershon Wolf January 21, 2019 at 3:33 PM As is your comment, Bobby! Thanks! :) gw