Got a big ole plastic cross hangin' round my neck got a little brown bag with all my stuff , ain't much it's just what's left of my life walkin' these streets so long I'm feelin' like a bum life can sometimes be rough the streets well, they sure can be unkind
Paper sayin' there's a war , wonder where man , I can't remember the last time I combed my hair when was the last time I changed this dress I sure must look a mess walkin' these streets so long my brain is kinda numb
I see people lookin' and starin ' they should think twice for they could be me they think I am worthless they think I am scum they don't know all the damage that's been done
Livin' here ain't easy sometimes life gets hard concrete for a pillow most times I don't sleep so good I dream about a place this place had a bed there were some people who loved me someone callin' my name one day I heard voices screamin' inside my brain all I could do was jump off the train
Now I'm walkin' these street's so long feelin' so insane hopin' it don't rain 'cause see- sometimes my roof it does leak asked a lady for the time - looked at me and sneered asked a man for a dime - looked at me laughed- called me old filthy tramp
I'm walkin' these streets alone me my little brown bag a' stuff I see people's faces in these pictures I wonder who they are they look sorta' familiar if they know me, I know them- why ain't they here
Walkin' these street's so long hopin' for a break while my hand's are idle, they always shake I dimly remember a time when my hands had a grace I had a place
Walkin' these street's so long I don't even know my name these streets can be unkind these streets are so unkind wanderin' wonderin' what happened to mankind
old poem of for people i feel for .. homeless.. not so good ..
in this one i had in mind a lady who became mentally ill
ended up on the streets
one too many unkinds, suggestion?
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I agree with ladysue, this poem is lyrical, good words for a song..
"pity this busy monster, manunkind,
not. Progress is a comfortable disease:
your victim (death and life safely beyond"
ee knew what he was talking about..I hate that busy monster, that turns its back on people like the one you so clearly described in this poem..
Shame on that comfortable disease, but kudos to your poem.
This is perfect. The streets are unkind. Homeless families are one of America's dirty little secrets. i'm glad you wrote this, so more folks are made aware...what happened to mankind.
Painful truth is, I'm a couple bad decisions away from this life. Excellent write.
This subject is something which toches my heart too. I can't read this without my emotions ovewhelming me. May it ever be so! I hope I never get callous to toward the homeless. I once fell into the trap of no home and no work. Can't get work without a permanent address can't get a room without a deposit and employment! I was lucky. after a couple of months living in a tent, I had a chance meeting with an old friend who vouched for me with another friend of his. It broke the cycle and I was allowed to escape. How many are out there, trapped and alone and abandoned by their former friends? How this tears me up! good write Chloe
I agree with ladysue, this poem is lyrical, good words for a song..
"pity this busy monster, manunkind,
not. Progress is a comfortable disease:
your victim (death and life safely beyond"
ee knew what he was talking about..I hate that busy monster, that turns its back on people like the one you so clearly described in this poem..
Shame on that comfortable disease, but kudos to your poem.
This was a good poem...people do give up and just don't know what to do with life....and they just start to lose themselves more and more...I know the streets is a hard place to live...and its terrible as well..this was a great write...it was pretty power to me. Good job. :)
Thanks for sharing. :)
you **write sad truths very well!! a theme in a few of your poems, something so many overlook, yet you lay it out for us all in an unmissable way!! brilliantly written! great poem!
Sometimes i feel like an alien in a strange land..can you relate?
I love people and friends are just that to me , friends-if you request me as a friend it would be nice if you read something I have .. more..