Homeless

homeless man on the street

puts his hand out and says

excuse me miss?

miss? she turns and looks at him

"what" she snaps at him

he says, never mind mam

 

as she walks away the 

man begins to cry

gips his stomach and 

looks to the sky

whipes his face

and trys again 

 

from my bench i

get up to cross the street

i walk over to the man

and give him the money

in my pocket, he puts it in his pan

 

he looks up at me

begins to speak 

but i stop him, there is no 

need to thank me, i

say. I'm only doing the

right thing mister. 

 

after all if i were 

you and your were

me, i would hope

that someone would
do the same for

me, 

we all should.

 





Poetry by montana
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Written on 2011-09-22 at 21:14

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As my friend Regina says, "good people shine." You're a good person. (I always knew it : ))
2011-09-23


Zalan
definitely...being human we must be kind and generous to the needy ones..really touching words with soft feelings..
2011-09-23



This hits home, montana.
I recognise the situation well, from back in the days when I was better able to walk around towns. This piece captures two personality types, which I witness more acutely now I am unable to conceal my disability: the careless and the careful.
I like the format too. And thank you for helping the homeless man. I am seldom approached in this manner nowadays, but I contribute to charity when possible.
An excellent write.
2011-09-23