Tuesday, 15 December 2009

DAILY POEM "STREET LIFE"



Night falls again,
where do I sleep?
Spaces are filling ,
places knee deep
people lying ,
some as young as ten,
They are here now,
they were here then.

Streetwise kids
with blackened faces
mixed up adults,
of various races.
lie in bundles,
spewn in rows,
covered in cardboard,
except for their toes .


hungry,poor
clutching to bottles.
cars flying past ,
full on their throttles.
no one wants
to know who they are ,
even though many die outside bars .

taken by disease,
starvation ,neglect.
no one to talk to ,
no show of respect.
the next time you pass
a human on the street,
say your hello's,
dont talk with your feet .

they are not monsters,
they are down on their luck .
underneath is a heart,
through a body of muck.

This poem was inspired by an outsiders view of a hobo, tramp, bum whatever you want to call it.The problem grows yearly worldwide, so many people are homeless or on the brink of it, recession, debts, poverty all contribute to the problem, as we hit the holiday season spare some time and help for those less fortunate, try to put yourself in their shoes just for a day!..

7 comments:

  1. zoomed here via friend's site, glad that you write these emotional and life experiences poems, good model to follow in years to come. jingle

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  2. he sits on the bus bench
    he stares at you
    you make eye contact
    he is obviously broke and scared
    i walk up, hand him a 5 dollar bill
    he smiles
    I walk away
    and never look back
    he calls for me.....
    i turn around
    and he thanks me
    now that is true gratitude
    and for that i am grateful .
    Jason T

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  3. HOW VERY TRUE AND I LIKE THE REVISION OF "STREET LIFE"...BOTH ARE WELL DONE BUT THIS IS TRULY THE BETTER OF THE TWO. GREAT JOB, DEAR BILLY.

    NIGHT FOR NOW...LOVE, HELEN XXXX

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  4. I totally agree with Viola on this one. There is just too much of this now and has been for many years. Thank the Lord for soup kitchens; housing at least for the night and hopefully, more than just for nights for families with children. It's a sad world we live in.

    Love, Helen xxx

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  5. Billy this poem "Street Life" is more true than what people would like to think it is. More and more families are becoming homeless and to tell you the truth I really don't think it is going to get better. We all just may find ourselves living on the streets too. It is a shame people who have worked hard all their lives end up like this. It just breaks my heart. viola

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  6. The picture and the words tell us all that we are, as I have said in my own work, a quarter away. Mary L tabor

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  7. It's a scary place on the streets. You seem to be able to empathise really well here Bill, brings back some bad bad memories x Thanks for writing and sharing with us x

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