Autumn In Life
A man I see, with clothes tattered
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A sad poem about a fact of life - the poor will always be with us - we have to be kind and give what e can. I invite you to read my poem Alone on the Streets which is similar.
This is so beautiful. So much feeling. That last line - from zenith to nadir - sums it up perfectly. We are all deserving of at least the basic necessities of life. Those of us who are blessed with abundance have a duty to care for those less fortunate. I believe this is an unwritten decree. You express yourself beautifully, and your philosophy is also mine.
I really feel that my fellow poets and critics should comment on my poems, in whatever taste their comments are, they will be welcome. hasnain aaqib
It presents very vivid and realistic characterization, We can see such figures around us especially the addicts and paupers or anyone who is spending a remorseful life. There's a character Of Shakespeare, King Lear: But I am bound upon a wheel of fire, / That mine own tears do scald like molten lead. This is extreme agony that you have depicted well in your verse in symbol of autumn season.