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We the Homeless

The lessons of life remind me, the lack of substance, birth and rebirth without relevance or depth death to some, “who cares” life to others, “who cares” meaningless unspoken voices echoing back and forth up and down, upside down change we can't; we won't hearts locked in cold it's ok to be without, “get a job you bum” empty innards inside - cold empty spaces outside cold, heat, starvation, pain and death, pointless ill-defined life, human beings as acceptable losses, “heaven forbid” heatless minds accept heart-filled minds don’t. This work is dedicated to the ill dressed, soiled, bearded, smoking, scraggly maybe once proud and loving individual, holding his “homeless” sign in his hand begging for money - as I hurriedly exited the freeway this morning, who I ignored – actually hid from. Have I become what I dislike in others? Hope not.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 12/7/2016 1:58:00 AM
Real change is coming indeed..... Congrats on being featured.....
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Date: 10/15/2015 8:58:00 AM
Yes, we've all been there, hurrying by and on to our own pursuits. I have a similar one, titled, "Packages on the Back Seat." It saddens the heart to think of their plight, and we all wish we could do something to affect real change.
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Date: 10/15/2015 1:04:00 AM
A thought provoking poem, many of the times when we give money to the homeless its spent on drugs and self annihilation and the vicious cycle goes on.. freebies encourage the vicious cycle.. none the less something needs to be done..//blessings
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Date: 10/14/2015 11:18:00 PM
Thoughtful poem with a lot of emotions enclosed in a shell
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Date: 10/14/2015 7:54:00 PM
You know, I believe we all commit the same sin, we judge without knowing truths, yes, many times we hide... I always have at least $5. In change in the car, all I give is a dollar, but in my heart, I feel sad, because I couldn't do more. Sometimes, we just can't, because we don't have... This write is beautiful in all its extremes, I gave enjoyed it, because I've been in those shoes... Thank you for sharing the beauty of words with me, sir. Tanya
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Date: 2/3/2014 5:08:00 PM
Where have you been? You have been missed! Light & Love
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Date: 8/6/2013 8:55:00 PM
beautiful and heartfelt great job capturing a tragedy that persists day to day!
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Date: 11/22/2012 4:23:00 PM
Though we can't help everyone I bet we could help someone each day if we focused on it yes? Light & Love
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Date: 5/15/2012 4:13:00 PM
We never know about the ones holding those homeless signs if they are genuine or not and that is what makes us that way..Enjoyed reading your work about the topic..Thanks for stopping by..Sara
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Date: 5/15/2012 3:24:00 PM
Chuck, I think we have all been there at some times in our lives if we are honest, well done..David
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Date: 5/15/2012 2:20:00 PM
"Who cares".... It is a cold and insensible world we live in Chuck.- Very well written poem, thank you. - Wish you all the best. - oxox hugs Anne-Lise
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