Poem -
The Man and His Dog
I came across a homeless man
He wasnβt from this land
His home was a box at the side of the street
And heβd made a dog of sand
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I thought about his journey here
And all that he had lost
His life, his family and now his pride
But what had really been the cost?
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I gave him some money, all the change I had
Just a short term helping hand
He nodded his thanks and went back to his work
Sculpting his dog of sand
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And the cold nights, they took their toll
Passers-by couldnβt understand
When all that was left was a tin and his box
Along with a bag of sand
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I went to the street where he usually lay
He was nowhere to be found
His box had gone and so had the man
Along with his trusty hound.
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Comments
Wow, this is a most powerful piece.
Thank you very much poetess , it took me an age .
John X
touching and painfully true
Thank you Nigel.
John
Well, I've read about 20 poems today, John, but this is by far the best. So precise and sad. Very well done, my friend. Excellent to keep reminding us of how fortunate we are. Barry x
Thank you so much Barry.
LOVE this one, John!Β My mother and I were fortunate to meet a semi-homeless man named Al.Β We helped him on multiple occasions and a hotel let him stay it seemed.Β He had an impact on my life...Β So much we take for granted.Β This poem has the impact you intended...Β Is this a true story?Β God bless all the homeless..they all have a story like us.
Hi Jackie
Thanks for your kind words, it is a fictional story but unfortunately a true one for many people. I just wanted to make people think twice as they go about their daily lives.
JohnΒ
Intention completed!Β Just shelter, warmth, clothing, and food are essentials we take for granted!!