Treasure Island

Patricia Grantham

(May 27,1952 / Moncks Corner, South Carolina)

A Shelter


An old abandoned building stood alone across the street
A haven for the homeless is where they always would meet
Everyone gathered together for a place to lay their head
Safer to be under cover than having to sleep outside instead

Just to keep their bodies warm they try to stay huddled together
A shelter from the rain and snow or any kind of stormy weather
The tales that are always told is always 'what could have been'
All their family and loved ones they haven't seen since when

Warming all their hands and feet in front of an old smoky fire
Wearing of shoes so worn that had withstood all the muck and mire
Many times these words were spoken 'so just come whatever may'
Always living life on the edge or whether they'll see another day

Then the moon or stars at night loomed near like a silent friend
The long and dreary days of survival seemed never to have an end
As the sun begins to set they can still see a faint light that glows
If ever there was an end to their plight only the homeless one knows

Submitted: Thursday, January 30, 2014
Edited: Monday, February 24, 2014

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  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (5/14/2014 2:16:00 AM)

    A roof over the head is a dream to almost all of the human beings. But sometimes missing. Here the poet beautifully created a poem on the helplessness of the poor who finds a shelter in the abandoned building which I felt so nice. (Report) Reply

  • Valerie Dohren (2/15/2014 1:50:00 PM)

    A fine write Patricia describing what, at least in part, it must be like to be homeless. Very sad. Well done. (Report) Reply

  • Amitava Sur (2/6/2014 2:00:00 AM)

    A beautiful poem describing the helpless condition of the destitute. It tells Pat that how much you are compassionate to them. I like one line in their voice saying... 'so just come whatever may'.....
    STILL SOME HOPE OF RAY.... lovely. (Report) Reply

  • Joseph Anderson (1/31/2014 1:52:00 PM)

    A caring and compassionately written poem, deserving a higher rating.Your description of their
    plight was truthful and troubling. There could go you or I.A needed reminder in these cold, cold
    times -10 (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (1/30/2014 11:32:00 PM)

    'The tales that are always told is always what could have been......'

    When we see such people, the thought that should pass through our mind must be this...' this could have been my fate as well... but fortunately I am blessed with a sweet home with so many loved ones around'

    A beautiful poem showing your compassion for the poor homeless! ! (Report) Reply

  • Om Chawla (1/30/2014 9:48:00 PM)

    The tales that are always told is always what could have been.
    The reality of homeless and downtrodden comes across vividly through this lovely truthful write.
    Very well written, Patricia. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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