Homeless Poem by William Waterway
Homeless
From padded window seat inside café
cup of tea warms my hands
cold winds shuffle sidewalk leaves
Two tables away sit two men
one in October years
the other May
Soiled clothes, old scuffed shoes, beat up weathered
faces, bloodshot eyes, dirty hair disheveled
The older begins reading to the younger
from newspaper wrinkled by other hands
"Rain and wind coming in tonight from the west,
tomorrow - clearing, with temps in high 30s
toward evening - dropping to low 30s
Saturday, sunny, high 30s"
The young man's grizzled chiseled face
seemingly stoic
flinched stiff with the words
"Sunday, low 20s, snow mixed with sleet"
Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.
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4/25/2024 11:17:21 AM # 1.0.0.1119
On reading your poem, my heart goes out to the homeless people who have to face the vagaries of nature and life. A sensitive poem in an insensitive world.10/10 Since the current treasure island topic on PH is on ‘ Peace, ’ I invite you to read my poem entitled ‘ A Nice Wise Guy, ’ on PH