Homeless

A poem for the homeless, and reaching out to them.

Homeless

Beggars

Stranded across the streets

An outstretched hand to passing people

Hoping for the feel of a weighted coin

Nobody,

Pays any attention

Except to shoot them a disgusted look

As if they were some vile disease

Or a piece of junk

Rotting away in your poverty

No chance, now, to far gone

You live in the streets

Your clothes no more than shredded rags

Your hair shiny with grease

A crusty person, shunned away

Nobody has the heart

To reach out to you,

Grab hold of your fallen self

Lift you from this place of darkness

Take my hand

I’ll pull you from this

Into the light

 

Author's Note

Homeless people have always had a soft spot in my heart. I hate the way people treat them, as if they were trash. They’re equal to us, they just need help. So I write a poem about it. Please review.
Not my picture----

Reviews

[E.H. Monroe]

Look at you, taught well by the book. It's our job to help the meek and homeless...but they'll inherit the heavens anyway so in turn by helping them we help ourselves.
This poem makes you remember that just because you throw a coin into somone's hand you did not do your part, you gave a part.

Helping someone UP is the answer, not just a band aid for a bleeding ulcer.

SOmetimes i feel like being positive when I read your stuff, then I remember that I'm half that b*****d you just described in the poem.

Hardy har har
here's to the greasy hair and dirty clothed

[underwriter]

you did it again! your using your emotions through your work! well done! another very good write!!!

ohhhh i like the edit!!!! nicely done!! two enthusiastic thumbs up!!

[Gone]

Guard your heart well PoetGirl. Loving the rejected and poor is close to The Father's Heart. You display Godly fruit with this poem and your comment.

[Sheila Kline]

And they have a special place in my heart as well! As you note, we too often think they are below us.
Your write is a poignant reminder of how we may reach out to them and help!