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Homeless
by Glenn CurrierI have always had a place to sleep nights
with a roof over my head and my own bed
but my homeless state was out of sight
it was at a lonely space in my mind instead.
I cannot count the years I wandered
on rocky winding roads in dark
nor measure the grace and light I squandered
losing myself in distraction and work.
I can’t remember not having a job
nor count the hours I’ve wasted,
nor the love and care I’ve robbed
nor the bread of life not tasted.
You won’t see me holding my cup
on the sidewalk in the city
my pride’s too great to give up
I won’t ask you for your pity.
Yes, I have often been hungry
I’ve been empty of inspiration
yearned for peace in my country
hoped for the source of creation.
But recently I’ve awakened
from the darkness I had roamed
found the road I wish I’d taken
to a deeper fuller higher home. 12/07/2017 Posted on 12/07/2017
Copyright © 2024 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 12/07/17 at 04:21 PM Really nice write Glenn. I too have been more fortunate than I might have expected or deserved. I've almost always felt alone. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/10/17 at 09:23 PM Thanks Glenn, for this beautifully rendered and heartbreaking piece. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/19/17 at 03:27 PM I can fully appreciate the underlying message here Glenn; though some of us better off than others in this Earthly realm, we are all essentially homeless till called 'home' to Heaven. |
| Posted by John Herzog on 12/19/17 at 11:21 PM Hmmmm. I agree with those who have commented, and I'm reading this as a counterpoint or a companion in a way to what my most recent poem - two different dimensions of homelessness.
This is beautiful. I've been reading many writers on here yearn for years past, while I'm caught aghast and clueless as to what to make of the years before me, as time slips through my fingers. Perhaps we can learn something from each other. I'm grateful for all the lessons to be gathered here. |
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