Homeless 1 Comments

People talk about the Homeless- some saying that it is their own fault, they are there because they are addicted to booze or drugs or that they are too lazy to work or they are mentally afflicted. But should the causation of this state of being be the end all and be all. They are part of the human family, they should not be left behind to live alone, die alone, suffer alone, be the prey of predators because the herd has left them behind? They are somebody's son, somebody's daughter, somebody's sister, somebody's uncle, somebody's childhood friend. They are mankind's son, daughter, sister, brother at this point. They look up at the same stars that the ones who live in houses do, but do they see hope up there? Or do they see a cold distant end? Daniel, this poem reaches out from the page and touches the hearts of the readers in a very sensitive honest way. Thank you for sharing your humanity with us. Rating? What else but a 10? Maybe a billion of them? Like how many stars in the sky and mankind on earth? A favorite poem on my list

They're all talking, even the solitary ones, especially the solitary ones, who have no reason to be silent. They have no other to fill the terrible emptiness, words occupy what should be peopled. - - Very poignant and heart touching poem about the people who have no home for shelter and no dear ones to take care of them.

A lovely narrative piece of poetry well articulated and elegantly penned. Thanks for sharing Daniel.