James Hart

Rookie - 30 Points (21.06.53 / Grappenhall, Cheshire)

4 Feet - Poem by James Hart

I am poking up through my sheet
I am stretching out in my boots

The sheet I borrowed from my friend
The boots I stole from a shop

The sheet doesn’t keep me warm
The shoes don’t quite fit either

But my friend is with me
That makes everything better

My friend’s feet were pierced,
His hands were pierced as well

His name is Jesus
But why did they treat him so?

Topic(s) of this poem: homelessness

Comments about 4 Feet by James Hart

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 23, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, March 24, 2014

[Hata Bildir]