About the reality of being poor.
on the street,
In soiled clothes, dirt stained nose,
And no shoes for tired feet.
Most people will never beg for food or wait for the restaurant
trash to be thrown out,
Cause for the majority of this world
that is not what their life is about.
Most people will never crawl into dumpsters searching for valuable things,
Or rest their head on hard cement
unsure of what tomorrow brings.
Most people cannot see themselves begging
for a few cents
Or at the goodwill store finding a home
looking at tents.
But instead of offering a hand of kindness
or buying a meal for that starving man,
They scoff and roll their eyes
and don't really give a damn..
What brought that hobo to this point ?
what has that young boy living
in a box?
Is not a concern
as they are passed by
and gossiped about for blocks.
Whose to say that can't be me and
maybe one day you?
Look closely and feel,
the thin line that seperates us is real,
If most people only knew...
Poetry by Donna Lee Marie Balderama
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Written on 2006-06-14 at 09:25
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Most people...
Most people could never comprehend the person lyingon the street,
In soiled clothes, dirt stained nose,
And no shoes for tired feet.
Most people will never beg for food or wait for the restaurant
trash to be thrown out,
Cause for the majority of this world
that is not what their life is about.
Most people will never crawl into dumpsters searching for valuable things,
Or rest their head on hard cement
unsure of what tomorrow brings.
Most people cannot see themselves begging
for a few cents
Or at the goodwill store finding a home
looking at tents.
But instead of offering a hand of kindness
or buying a meal for that starving man,
They scoff and roll their eyes
and don't really give a damn..
What brought that hobo to this point ?
what has that young boy living
in a box?
Is not a concern
as they are passed by
and gossiped about for blocks.
Whose to say that can't be me and
maybe one day you?
Look closely and feel,
the thin line that seperates us is real,
If most people only knew...
Poetry by Donna Lee Marie Balderama
Read 779 times
Written on 2006-06-14 at 09:25
Tags Sorrow
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