A Goodnight Sleep And A Meal On A Key Comments
A homeless man stops me,
Asks for my name,
How my day was going,
And if I have any spare money.
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Waste in any form is unethical when others are deprived. Nicely written, Peater
'Later that day, there I am with cocaine on a key, Wasting money and feeling guilty.' Poignant, brave, and very fascinating... Thank you for sharing Peter and welcome to PH...
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7/29/2025 9:59:34 AM # 1.0.0
An insightful depiction of guilt occasioned by ungodly indifference towards an uncharitable spirit. The greatest crime against 'man' is neither to love nor to him, but rather to feel indifferent towards him. A well articulated piece of poetry nicely penned with a clarion call for universal brotherhood of man. Thanks for sharing Peter. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.