Poem -
Homeless
'Homeless'
They call us the dregs
the scum of the earth
they point at us laughing
good source for their mirth
Yet while they are sleeping
in fresh laundered sheets,
it's us who are laughing
out here on the streets
For though we are dirty
just lucid with drink,
it's them in the rat-race
with no time to think
With nowhere to go
is freedom indeed,
no quality time
if you follow their lead
So when you run past us
feel envy not pity,
for we are content
life is sweet in our city
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Comments
Greetings Fran,
This poem I have come to say, does give way to the true beliefs
of the people without a cause, (in many of the eyes of our society), who has
no real obligation to the contribution to our world. Although, some of these
same unfortunate people, at one point was the main contributors, who failed
victim to circumstances, sometimes beyond them. They were the (haves) in their
time, now looked down upon as (the have not’s) by those, that understand not, their
plight for being homeless. Yet content in their environment are they, worries
of loosing, that which they no longer have, is no more an issue to them, The
stress of life’s most complicating issues,(such as wars, paying for items of possession,
social, economical and political status).You can't miss no more, that which you no
longer have and have no intensions of replenishing. I ran into a homeless
individual, while running a board and care in California, whom surprised a
whole lot of individuals, after his death, He had a bank account but would
live his life on the streets, in shelters and board and cares just for the sole purposes of, not
wanting to owe anyone nor have no social or economic ties with anyone accept himself.
Upon his death it was found to be that he had almost ($250,000.00) in a bank
account, that was turned over to a daughter, once found, which no one knew but he, that
he had and never spoke of. So be careful for those homeless, that you see on the
streets of our society, that in your eyes serve no purposes, they in fact may be,
more well off, than you and I and just decided to give up, on this corrupt world
and rather spend their remaining days, locked up in the world, of their own head, thus
creating and leading to their own world.True poem for so many that lives this life and
for those of us, that see and at one point, had to address its factors when it was presented in our. society.....
Cheers,
Jim
Hi Jim,
Thanks for taking the time to respond to my poem, you clearly get what I was aiming at. The subject could either be a protest about the 'rat race' most of us are caught up in day to day, or, as you notice, the hidden agenda for many of our homeless people who are stereotyped wrongly ( as are many others of course). I just love the classic poem 'Leisure' by William Henry Davies .It also captures the idea that we no longer have time to just be.
Kind Regards
Fran
Fran you are quite welcome and i enjoyed the realistic aspects of this poem,it could not have gotten no realistic than this and for those, that is and was, forced to live this life, you have spoken for and this they are pleased, that at least you understood and cared.....
Sincerely,
Jim
Hi Fran enjoyed the poem very much great write x