But For The Grace Of God Poems - Poems about But For The Grace Of God

I started noticing superficial similarities. He had a shaved head just like me, and we were both the same age, separated by 3 months exactly. He was born June 1st, 1953. I was born March 1st, 1953, and as I listened to his life story, of mental health issues, darkness and misery, I began noticing stronger similarities, between this unfortunate individual and...

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…There, but for the grace of God go I… Is a thought I oft used to think As I cast a hasty, judgmental eye Roundabout the coffee shop And o’er the brim of my morning drink …I used to judge those so-called ‘sorry souls And ascribe to them sad histories In blissful ignorance that Some were likely looking back And doing the same...

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A cardboard mansion, renovated expansion No payments left to be made Three car garage, a hungry mirage An elegant dumpster buffet Hand tailored suit sewn with laces from boots Which he donated to a friend His non existent gold, lost through the holes A tragedy one can not defend Disheveled and dirty and always wordy Talking about his wonderful life Has failing health, depends on...

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Back when I was a rebellious, care free young lad there was this regular practice that I had. I can remember when, every now and again I would visit my local court house and watch the sentencing. Defendants were declared convicts officially and marched off to serve their time at some correctional facility. Their lives were now forever changed for the...

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"There but for the grace of God go I",I heard them say,then they passed an addict begging on the streets and walked away, They call themselves God's children and through Gods lands they roam,but the homeless don't get charity,cause charity begins at home, There but for the grace of God go I and don't ya know,don't bother...

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"There but for the grace of God go I" I heard them say,then they pass an addict begging on the street and turn away, They call themselves Gods children and through Gods land they roam,but the homeless dont get charity,why? cause charity begins at home, So much for Christian values may's well leave them on the shelf,they'll...

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The architects of cardboard town, will never shoulder blame. From brick and stone built luxury, they sit immune to shame. Whilst on forgotten streets the homeless, dwell in paper waste Constructing prefab mobile homes, before each cold night breaks. In handmedowns and odd paired shoes, they shuffle in our streets, invisible, anonymous, a Legion of deadbeats. Tramps and Bums, the...

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Ive been on the street a long time it seems It wasnt always like this i had my dreams I envy the normality of the people that look at me and scorn This isnt a life i choose as they look me all tattered and torn I used to be a family man who worked and had pride Its been...

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I can only imagine How horrible it would be In a world of total darkness If I couldn't hear or see How would I communicate? If I could only use my touch If I couldn't understand it How would it help that much? I would never hear "I love you" Or see a beautiful smile I could never know the greatest things That make this life...

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