Homeless Hope

Homeless Hope

A Poem by Charlotte

The hope of a homeless person.


My hand outreached meant nothing to them,

They thought that I was high,

I had heard how we were portrayed in the news,

But who was supposed to know it was a lie?


My sign read homeless,

It was written in blood and laced in tears,

I had no money for pens you see,

And no, I didn’t waste it on beers.


Every now and then someone would listen,

And toss their bus change at my head,

I scamper after it in glorious hope,

And retreat to my rain soaked, cardboard bed.


Maybe in an ideal world I’d have enough money to eat,

But what I’m saving up will help clear the hunger from my head,

The sad thing is that when I awake,

Some youngsters would have stolen my limited fund for bread.


You can laugh and go off to buy your sweets,

But this world doesn’t have mercy on those who doubt,

And I’ll be here waiting in my holey socks,

Waiting for this karma system to play out.

© 2010 Charlotte

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WOW, this really triggered a lot of emotion. Nice job!

Posted 11 Years Ago

whoa, extremely thought provoking and intense.
great imagery here.
spell check in stanza four?

Posted 11 Years Ago

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Added on July 6, 2010
Last Updated on July 8, 2010
Tags: Hope, homeless, hobo, street, broke, change, faith, karma



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