The Homeless Poem by Patricia Grantham
The Homeless
Treading the highways and byways seemingly without a care
Walking about the streets alone nobody knows you're there
Pushing a cart so ladened with all of their earthly goods
Sleeping under a bridge at night or camping out in the woods
When you come into their presence all you can do is just stare
They return the look that shows only emptiness is lurking there
If only something you could say but you're caught at a lost for words
Remember God watches over them the same as He does for the birds
Even the homeless have a place to lay down their weary heads
They pile their clothes up so high just to build makeshift beds
Catching water from a leaky faucet just to get a cool drink
Survival is a constant struggle always living life on the brink
They also have a circle of friends and gather together as a group
Sometimes food is plentiful and at times just a cup of soup
They will always be a part of society that's called the human race
Lets not look at the outside but on the inside that is full of grace
Copyright 2013
There are too many homeless out there, and they need all the help they can get. Excellent write Patricia.
The deprived and the marginalized also are our brethren and shouldn't be shunned! By sheer chance while some are born with silver spoons in their mouths, into the lap of comforts and riches, some others, for no fault of theirs happen to land on streets and pavements! So there is no need to feel great about ourselves or look at others with contempt! Your poem reminds us not to forget the ballads of the slums! A compassionate write!
I never see any homeless but i know there are many in this world...sometimes we can change the world with a little help, we never know what we will face in the future, and be a helpful not make us lose anything but retain us a human in soul...wish we can end the world suffering no matter they and where they are Thanks for this good advice, and again a reminder_SOul
This good poem is a fitting tribute to the homeless. Have a read of my Alone on the Streets.
Absolutely true. A poor may be poor by kind but may be much much above by virtue. Actually it's a shame of the society to have the poor. Either they could not be educated or could be carried along in the main stream. It's a lovely details sympathizing the poor peoplle...May we all have the same feeling for them
Your poem captures the plight of deprived ones so very vividly: Survival is a constant struggle always living life on the brink, how very true. But the tragic part is that despite so much advancement of Human race, ' They will always be a part of society...' Can't we evolve a social structure which takes care of the unfortunate ones. Moving write, makes one sit up and think.
A very touching poem Patricia! As you say God watches them too as he does a bird! Lovely poem !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Oh! What a lovely poem! What a keen observation you've made of the Homeless, and what a wonderful poem with rhyme and rhythm to portray their ilk! GREAT!