Old And Homeless Poem by Joseph Anderson
Old And Homeless
So oft he comes unto my door,
though bent and old he comes to mow
my lawn. He asks as oft before
again for water, nothing more.
His ways and manners oft times show
his thirst forfriendship, never near.
He's homeless now, companions few,
his wife and kids no longer here
and all the things that he held dear
all gone, the things that he held dear.
I know that I should hear his cry,
should talk, bring comfort, fill his day,
forget the past, not wonder why,
many could face this, ere we die.
I'll follow on compassions way.
Talk with them, they need you
Dearest Joseph, thank you so much for bringing up the homeless as the subject in your poem. Poems are meant to touch hearts to situations that concern us all in our common humanity in our one common world. I am so happy to read this poem which calls us to be agents of compassion to these people who are in dire need. Thank you so much for this poem and for this invitation to all who are able to read your poem, dear Joseph. Have a blessed New Year!
Dear Joseph, This is a wonderful poem. Thirst for water and friendship, so beautiful expressed. I always love the wonderful rhyming in your poetry and the message that truly speak to the heart. I hope I can be your friend, Joseph, even though our age is 40 years apart.
Sorrowful, and it's every sad, yet the truth is, there many people in that situation today! Who can understand life or know the future?
Yes you are right, why dont we spend some time to share our compassion to ones who really deserved... This poem is so subtle like an evening breeze...loved it and your kindness is so heartfelt to me...wonderful one :)
Thomas Carolan-1/7/16-Hi Joseph-What a very nice poem.The grasscutter we all must look up to.I wish you well.Happy New Year
Your poem made me think of that age-old adage, there but for the grace of God go I. We should never look down on any one in life. Circumstances have led each of us to where we are today, things happen in life beyond our control. You will be surprised if you take the time to talk to someone homeless, they have amazing stories to tell. One man I sat next to, I said good morning and he said what's good about it. I looked at him and said why, what happened to you. Immediately tears sprang to his eyes and he told me his wife and three children were all killed in an accident, there was nothing left to live for. We talked for over an hour. When I said good bye, hope to see you again, he replied, thank you for taking the time to value my life. So, take the time, it's worth it for the other person. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
An enjoyable read, Joe. Many find themselves homeless through no fault of their own. We should not turn our backs on them, as you point out in this poem we should engage more with them. Well done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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First of all, let me congratulate you for this spirit of pursuing your muse even at nineties and keeping this agility of mind! Yes, many in the world need our compassion. They have no body else to talk to. So why don't we give a little of our time to listen to them or extend our helping hand. A compassionate heart, I believe is the greatest gift of a man. When we live only for ourselves, it is a restricted life. When we lovingly relate to other people, our life, like a ripple that grows bigger and bigger in water will come to assume higher dimensions. Sir, I appreciate your attitude to that homeless old grass cutter! Enjoyed this lovely write! If you are in a mood, please read my poem A Rag Picker... a real story.... almost of the same theme! (Report)