Streets of Home

So walk the streets of the lonely with no bed to lay your brow Push along the cart you call home of the fate you disavow

   

 

Feeling the day as it passes

to memory from the now

Finds my wonder of lifes spaces

 sweeping the sweat from my brow

 

So as the day now spins along

reckless and out of control

No hand upon the tiller's wheel

with no aim in life or goal

 

Cast to a life of drudgery

 full to the rim with despair

Life seems too close to misery

lost souls live everywhere

 

The roadside vendors give respite

to the holes in their worn shoes

As all go running on and on

playing life unto the blues

 

The sound from the touting vendors

carole "Save your soul" and more

Learn to tolerate the preaching

 take your soup as if a chore

 

Not surprised to hear their answer

when they're asked which they prefer

Would you rather have all wisdom

or be an entrepreneur

 

Knowledge is said the enemy

of the working common man

 Slave, toil and suffer to the sound

of a life without a plan

 

Now walk the streets of the lonely

with no bed to lay your brow

Push along the cart you call home

of the fate you disavow

 

For that is all that's left of you

to hang your dignity on

You've lost the hopes of any dreams

your family is all gone

 

Pride now carried upon the wind

everything has a price and fee

Won't someone smile, hold out a hand

to share salvation with me

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Author's Note

Who can say with any certainty that one day this will not be their own fate? "There but for the grace of God go I". These people had hopes dreams children families. Who cares why they have fallen down? It is the duty of humanity to lift them to their feet. In this era of globalization we have taken a step backwards in civility. Gone are the days of pensions and compassion. Crushed under the jackboots of the giant corporations that don't believe in humanity at all. Corporate profit is all that matters to the world now. All are made to be thrown out none are saved or even repaired. Our politicians are as corrupt as ever selling our birthrights to the highest bidder and leaving the old and infirm along the side of the road. Greatest place in the world? The day will come when we are given the choice to end our days through euthanasia. Rather than to live as an outcast to the society that no longer values us. Welcome to the 21st century. Everything we hear is an opinion not a fact. Everything we see is a perspective not a truth. Many have been convicted on an opinion of a perspective.

Reviews

[JE Falcon]

Though depressing, I have to agree with much of this poem and your comments. --- About the poem, the last four-lines are fantastic and I would change nothing, even if I could. --- I am more of a wave thinker. The plight of humanity rides waves. My Great Grandfather's plight was worse than my father's, and mine will be worse than my grandchildren's. Unfortunately, there are dips in all waves and as someone once said, "The Poor will always be with us." --- A Great write Mr. Morgan.

[Tate Morgan]

Thanks
J E I had forgotten all about this poem

[angel]

I remember when I first heard about the "rice Christians', as they were called. I was just forming my very first Church Soup Kitchen (Turner's Falls, Ma.) I determined, then and there, that our meal would be served to anyone--not just those who would attend a sermon first. We had the sermon after the meal, so if anyone wanted to hear it, they could, but no obligation.
I was born and raised rich,but forsook it all in fleeing Jehovah's Witnesses. I was never to be rich, or even close to it, again.
Oh, there were a couple-three years when I was what you'd call well-off, but that only lasted until I came back to CT to marry and begin having babies.
Now I am poor...and old; also, I am crippled, so that about says it all, right?
Yes, I see where 'society' is headed, and you're right.

[angel]

Sorry if that made no sense, but very stoned, just now...

[Tate Morgan]

I understood you perfectly I’m moved you felt this as it was meant to
Be experienced

[Tate Morgan]

An epiphany is the name of that poem http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/722400/

[angel]

I found it. Perhaps the answer to your question is as simple as Exodus 20:5 (...God is a jealous god...)

[Einstein Noodle]

incredible pic ...i see a harsh environment and an incredible resiliency ... your poem takes me from here to there and back round again with a plea to do my best ..i spent a year or so "traveling" the highways and byways with very little in the way of $ ..i met a lot of people ..and was always able to find that sandwich ..a place to sleep etc. .. but the experience was only surface as i knew i always had a home to go to ...our humanity cries out to help as we can ... the more of us that do the more protected and guided we become ..at least that's what i think ... your Author's Note is almost blistering in it's commentary way .. its almost 8 am and i have had my coffee ..now upon reading this i am officially "awakened" ;)
E.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Gene This piece certainly paints a bleak picture of our future sad isn't it ?

[Einstein Noodle]

yes ... it is :(

[Rick Puetter]

Lovely, lyrical piece. As always, wonderful sentiment, Tate.

Greatly enjoyed.

All my best,

Rick

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you rick so nice to hear from you .

[Jamestown]

You are an amazing poet my friend this so fantastic! This piece is so true and
holds much power, the last stanza was a perfect way to close an already prolific
piece, bravo! Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you jamestown I dont know what possessed me to write this when i did no doubt an angst about corporate america

[raj24]

Its wonderful Tate, simply wonderful.. we as human being and as society have lot of things to improve on.. thanks for sharing your thoughts :)

Raj

[Tate Morgan]

thank you the poor of my own town wander the streets of the lonely and break your heart

[Dominique Lambright]

Pride now carried upon the wind
everything has a price and fee
Won't someone smile, hold out a hand
to share salvation with me

my favorite stanza...i cant tell you why but it seems to brighten the poem, not to say it is a downing poem or anything...my comment is probably confusing lol but i like the poem

[Tate Morgan]

thank you I had trouble with this one it was hard to writ e

[Dominique Lambright]

well i think u accomplished your goal

[Tate Morgan]

thank you

[Matching Socks]

This one moved me Tate.
I wrote two poems about a couple of homeless people I see everyday when I walk to work from the train station. I wonder the same things you do, who are they, where did they come from, why are they here?
Lovely job with this one.

[Tate Morgan]

Hi Ance well I am glad you liked it it was a trouble to create for me as i have toyed with it for years, But this is the final and appreciate your review

[Sonus de Animus]

Beautiful! Perhaps this will be the fate for all of us. Wandering, our feet sore and aching, pondering life. Perhaps this is a better understanding of life and existence than those who are successful. With desperation fading into hopelessness, you capture the state of mind of those at the bottom of our "successful" society. Those who see the world in darkness more clearly than those who see it in the light. Those who are sentenced to wander the streets, "holes in their worn shoes", condemned to be judged by others who couldn't understand. I especially love the last line; "Won't someone smile, hold out a hand, to share salvation with me". It shows someone forsaken by society, just longing to see and smile and to be brought up into the light. The contemplation in this is magnificent. The best kind of poems are the ones which make the reader ponder our society, and the true nature of success.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you it is with a heavy heart I penned those words

[Me]

Your words translate very well and resonate in a way I didn't expect immediately. Very nicely drawn piece ...

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you michael If you keep this up I may have top go back to writing again