Homelessness Poem by Ken Gilbert

silent ghosts along the boulevard walk
from early morning to the sun's retreat
where many fearful people sometimes talk
from behind darkened doorways of the street

daytime wanderers take refuge at dark
in densely treed properties remaining
hidden till morning's light skyward embark
upon today's eager search sustaining

hopeful outcasts seek for a better day
but cannot find the way yet untaken
while searching for assurance in dismay
when a new reality awaken

helpful hearts upon every hill approach
to gather together children broken
lost souls upon whom circumstance encroach
with life's many treacheries unspoken

caring people volunteer precious time
to listen to the many stories told
trauma's history leading toward crime
and violent addiction uncontrolled

anointed shepherds lead the way unseen
to a better beginning tomorrow
where character's instruction intervene
for building skills to wipe away sorrow

self-sufficient behavior learned anew
awaken thoughts of coming better days
where integrity's recompense debut
with transformation's gratitude ablaze

cannot one ever conquer homelessness
with so many resources brought to bear
for ending habitual helplessness
redeems another from endless despair


first published on kengilbert.com, April 23,2014
discussions #246. Copyright © 2014 by Ken Gilbert. All rights reserved.