BUM

The Bum has no shame

Nor the evening to care

No family, nor friends

His feet dirty and bare

A chewed up burger

Melted slush in Styrofoam 

Beneath the sweltering Sun

Ants beside the fire

A busy city street

And a dumpster

Looking for a place to eat

People dressed to meet the Queen

If no one knows your name

You do not have one

If no one knows your soul

It goes the same

Sick people, sickness

Walking, talking, passing icy glares

All people are evil

Spare not even a dime

But then again

Neither did I

Where are you going tonight, Bum?

Author's Note

Let me know what you think, please!

Reviews

[Ben Barton]

"But then again
Neither did I"

That line was excellently penned. A superb ending to a superb piece of poetry. Keep writing! :)

[Ashira Macy]

I liked it, though it was sad. There is an element of truth to the bit about everyone being evil. I didn't used to, but now more often than not I don't even glance at homeless people as I pass by. I don't mean to do it, but it is sad to see someone who has fallen so far. Good write.

[Bluefire]

Rock bottom. Reminds me of home.
Interesting write. Well played!

[Coyote Poetry]

Honest and direct words. Poor people and homeless have their stories. Many reasons to fall down, few to raise. I like your tone in the words. A very good ending to the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Joaquin Rivera-Wilcox]

This amazing work of art describes how hard some people have it compared to others. The line "people dressed to meet the Queen" really stands out to me because while the bum has barely anything, others have nice clothes made of very expensive and limited materials. Nice work!

-Shadow

[Emily]

Nice wording!!
Keep it up!!

[Willard Wells]

Interesting perspective and good observations. Well done.