Homeless Poem by Smoky Hoss
Homeless
Homeless;
- Down by the muddy Mississippi
Skinny as a rail,
Sleeping under the old Eads bridge
Feeling low, dirty, and frail -
Homeless;
- With less than two coins
In both pockets,
Empty eyes
Look through sunken sockets -
Homeless;
- So many people walk right on by
I wonder how many care,
They all keep moving
Even though they stare -
Homeless;
- Lost a job
Lost a home,
Lost a family
Lost all hope -
Homeless;
- Where will I go from here
What should I do,
I'm so thankful when the weather's fair
And the skies are blue -
Homeless;
- Don't know the day nor season
And, yea, it sure gets cold at night,
I've got an old sleeping bag
I'll be alright -
Homeless;
- There's so many of us out here
Without a home,
Even so
I feel so very alone -
Homeless;
- It's a tough situation
Not pretty, just true,
And at any time
It could happen to you -
Homeless;
- Hey buddy...
Could you spare a dime,
And say a prayer for us
... sometime -
- I'm just homeless, not less human...
Such a sad situation which can happen to anyone. Such a moving poem Smoky. If you get time please read my poem (SOME ONE) It is based on the same subject, so i think you might enjoy it.
Cracking! Powerful in your face. God I love the way you write Smoky I noticed another favourite of mine Eric Cockrell's here. I must be in good company. This piece is so poignant at this point in all our lives money short etc etc. Regards Craig. Peace.
The great human tragedy of our brothers and sister suffering out on the streets is brought to life in this all to well written poem brought home to our hearts by your magnificent pen Smoky, well done.
great poem, i really like the rhyme scheme and structure as well as the break from it in the last line. It's beautiful and yet very frank and straightforward.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Written by the heart of a poet who desires to make a positive impact on our souls. Reminds me of a homeless man I met passing through in LA one night, about to head off to a homeless shelter for the night, freely giving good advice. He had lost his job, then home, then family, but kindness as well as the touch of sadness was alive within him. And with proud he would still accept no money. There seems to be a lesson for politicians and Wall Street in the integrity of such a man.