In the prime of his life yet with just a wasted frame
Clad in tattered clothing but he was long immune to shame
Unruffled he would sit while passing pedestrians stared
Munching on a stale loaf, which another tramp had shared
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Beautifully crafted poem! Loved reading it....Thanks for sharing.....10
Heart wrenching poem that reiterates the harsh stark reality of many homeless in the world. I felt the sadness and hopelessness of this poor man struggle acutely 10+
Congratulations my friend for this touching poem chosen as the poem of the day! A well deserved honor!
This one went straight to the heart. We see homeless people every day and never give it a thought. Well written. Thanks for sharing.
Congrats, a touching poem and a perfect selection as a members' poem of the day.
As callous as this sounds the only good thing about being homeless is that there are no bills to pay.I was homeless when I was younger..I knew my life path would get better but there is always a chance of losing everything in the future..In the meantime i donate to the local food bank and thrift shops..
Your comment opened my eyes to a different perception of the issue involved. Thank you
My sincere thanks to you for such an objective portrayal of a homeless destitute soul. This is heart-rending and serves as an eye opener. I quote: The rain came down in torrents, hid the tears in his eyes Then spent a night in hunger; not having ate that day In the winter of his days, and yet no place to go
Sad yet painful truth of life portrayed in beautiful words. Loved reading it. Congrats on member poem of the day!
Thank you Geetha, this had been a pleasant journey with pleasant people.
a very sad poem of another life wandering lost in a world full of plenty and to much greed? .............superbly written Loke.
Thank you for reading and commenting. Whenever we feel that we have reasons to be sad, the situation of these vagrants says that we should count our blessings instead.
In the prime of his life! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Loke. Wasn't it Charles Buckowski who said Take what you love and let it kill you This is true and directly applied by your poem to life in so many sad instances. Brilliant, moving and memorable this poem will stay. Thank you my friend for this disturbingly good write. Cheers, Geoffrey.
Geoffrey, I have not read Charles' works but will certainly have a peek when the opportunity arises.Thank you for your morale lifting comments, much appreciated. Always smiling, Loke
A very sad poem! But a truth of life! If you have no food or roof over your head it is a tragic situation. My heart goes out to such people wandering from place to place in search of food and shelter. 10+++
Thanks Geeta, The realities of life are very depressing; A handout now and then does not solve the problem. I will finish off this story with 'The Vagrant-Winter which should be in a day or two. Then I get back to my usual crappy writes on humor and nature.
It is so sad to see these vagrant people with no permanent roof over their heads. Unfortunately they are at the mercy of the weather and climate. As the seasons change from autumn to winter or from summer to the rainy season, they aimlessly wander looking for a place to rest their heads....! Poignant and evocative!
While mud stuck to his boots as lightning lit up the skies' 'His way having been lost as autumn's temper was shown' 'Now winter teased autumn with an early fall of snow In the winter of his days, and yet no place to go' Touched by this poem, particularly the lines above. Beautiful melancholy. Favorite list with a 10+