The Blind Beggar
His mind held many pictures memories of haunted years
A past embedded forever silent are his tears
Tauntingly they jibe beggar man why is it
you have no eyes were you punished
for telling lies?
Beggar man with your dirty stick clothes so ragged
they do not fit
Where do you sleep when night time calls? how can you tell
when skies are dark?
Beggar man no shame a disgrace hair matted around your face
Eating food thrown into bins begging coppers to buy a drink
On and on they jibe
“Youths who have not lived “
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The cruelness of the people stare and walk on by
They do not know me or how I feel inside
My eyes have seen such sorrow shed a million tears
Blooded battles ~ bodies broken my eyes have watched their fear
Grown men screaming in their hour of need
God be merciful end their suffering please
Blindness would be a kindness but I can still see
Friends lost forever who fought beside me
Do not pass judgment on those that you see be thankful
you are not me I am a branch of a broken tree
Send down your Angels ~ take me home
End this bloody nightmare
My journey here is done
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Dear Anne,
Your brilliant powerful poem struck a chord in my heart.
Immediately after reading it, I had to grab my pen, and write down what your words portrayed to me.
I thank you for this most dynamic inspiration.
I have seen in person, so many Veterans, living on the streets, begging.
It is one of the most heartbreaking scenes that one can witness.
The money I give them, has no sound as it enters their cup, for it is paper.
Hugs, Peace, and Love,
Larry xxx
Larry it is one of the saddest things that men
go out and fight for their Country and this is the
sorry state they are left in.
There is SSAFA who are there to help those in
need but some have never heard of it.
It makes me so mad that drugs users are given
shelter and money while our soldiers have to beg
on streets.
What spoils it are those who beg and should not be
doing so - civvies I mean.
A friend of mine her husband broke down one night
after having a drink and started talking about his time
in service it haunted me for ages. Every now and
again what they witnessed will rear it's head.
Sorry I do go on sometimes.
this is great poem there was this lady who was homeless and was sleeping in her car with her son one day I met her in the grocery story she was crying when I ask her what was worng she told me she was homeless so I gave her $20 she said there
was no way she could pay me back I said I don't care she had bad leg I followed her for years to see what would happen to her she would go to the homeless sheltes in winter then she end up in the hospital and lost her leg but the state help her out one day she got house and was doing well and got job so see good things can happen
Yes the table can turn and who knows how or why she
ended up that way.