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homeless man

by Peter Humphreys

I think I'll lie down
its cold and hard
but I must lie down

my head spins
above in the sky
the stars hold my memories
mars is low
the plough high
I feel I am amongst them

I taught my son
to love the
excited wonderment
fast chasing clouds
out on the mountain
of his growth

alone now
unbeknown
unbeloved
overwhelmed by
life and space
but yes
o yes
the beauty of this place

next morn
the paper said
homeless man
found lying
amongst the bins
the garbage
naked
as if ready to die
at peace
on a night
as brutal cold
as this

04/21/2014

Author's Note: For all those without a home and being loved this Easter, never pass by without a word.

Posted on 04/21/2014
Copyright © 2023 Peter Humphreys

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 04/21/14 at 04:20 PM

Sad, sad, but brings again awareness of the plight of the homeless. (There are some homeless by choice as I found out through my contact with them. But many are caught up in circumstances not of their own making.)

Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 04/25/14 at 12:52 PM

You write so beautifully such a sad topic...stirs the tears... *****STELLAR*****

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