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The Rundown Building

there is an open door in a rundown building with peeling green paint on the walls and worn wooden steps going up into the darkness . . . many garbage cans are overflowing and I see lots of broken liquor bottles on the ground also a child's broken pink bike has been discarded and there seem to be hundreds of cigarette butts littering I am shocked to see a needle syringe at my feet then, an old lady in rags is passing with a shopping cart full of junk and greets me politely, "Hello, Miss, God Bless!" ______________________ March 06, 2023 Poetry/Imagism/the rundown building Copyright Protected, ID 03-1529-678-06 All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France Written for the Standard contest, Upto You Again sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged03/08/2023

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Stephan McBride

Date: 3/7/2023 11:43:00 AM

This is sad but true, this is a great poem to express the truth of what's going on

Constance La France
Date: 3/8/2023 4:08:00 AM

Stephan, thank you so much for the comment and compliment, blessings, Constance

Paige Hind

Date: 3/7/2023 9:42:00 AM

Homelessness is a terrible thing....I feel for that lady, this poem nevertheless touched me. Good work!

Constance La France
Date: 3/8/2023 4:11:00 AM

Paige, thank you so much for the comment and compliment. What amazed me is how this poor lady with nothing could still show kindness and be courteous, there is much to be learned from the homeless, blessings, Constance