A Place I Cannot Reach

A poem about the sadness of poverty.

There’s a place I can’t seem to reach.

My heart may ache,

and my mind may yearn,

but my actions will never quite measure up.

 

I see him daily.

Shuffling, silently pleading

with far-removed drivers,

but his tin remains mostly empty.

 

Sometimes he passes by my window.

I shake my head hopelessly,

willing the heaviness in my heart

to show in my eyes.

 

I see a boy who needs far more than I can give.

Beyond the torn cardboard sign,

more important than food or money,

there is a hunger that I cannot satisfy.

 

Still, I roll down the glass,

drop a coin into his young, rough hands

and will myself to smile hopefully.

My change is not able to bring that which it names

 

He looks at me, almost-gratefully.

We know it is not enough.

In his brown eyes,

I see that place I cannot reach.

 

I shall see him again soon,

and perhaps I will pass another coin.

It seems our hearts grow heavier

as my pocket grows lighter.

 

And all the while

his eyes remain locked away

in that place I cannot reach.

Reviews

[BlackPrince]

This a very beautiful poem

[Fabio_Cassilias]

Very touching Poem..
my friend kedar is right ur very talented..!

[BLACK PRINCE]

This is a really touching poem.
I can feel the heart and soul in this poem.
Because I feel as though you write straight from the heart an soul.

I love the way you did the refrain/repetition
with 'his eyes' and 'The place I cannot reach.'

THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE POEM NOW
ON WRITERS CAFE.

And believe me, it takes a good writer to touch me.
And this poem just touched my soul.
This is what I expect when I read a poem.
I want a poem to move me, to teach me, to reach to me.
You have done all these things in this poem.
I also believe that true writers need to be socially aware
about the pitiful plight of your people,
inspire a reaction that'll bring change
and bring truth to the masses,
give voice to the mute,
give sight to the blind
through your writing.
And you seem like that type of writer.

The subject of the poem is a sad reality
we live with.
That is why I personally believe.......

LEARN TO DISCERN MAN'S CONCERN
IN POVERTY
THEN YEARN TO RETURN WHAT YOU EARN
IN CHARITY


From now on, I am a fan of yours.

WELL DONE!!!