street Life

I used to do things to help the homeless in my area, this piece links with that

Street Life

crumpled into

shop doorways...

on pavements

frail as leaves fallen...

homeless...

grief...hurt haunts

searching eyes

always menacingly

close the other side

where all the world

seems to walk

even past these who

death often receives

giving shelter

peace at last...

George Coombs

Author's Note

please read carefully

Reviews

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Sad, haunting poem. I feel the truth of these words and am deeply moved by them. I too witness the life-in-death of the homeless on the streets of New York City every day. Alcoholic, drug-addicted, mentally ill, abused- the 'expendable population' in governmental and societal eyes. As your eloquent and heart-felt words observe, even death has more mercy on these lost souls than does the remainder of humanity.

[George Coombs]

Thankyou for your thoughtful review Annette

[kitty]

So relevant to the condition that face the homeless. More noticeable in certain towns nowadays. Undertones/overtones of this special piece are carefully noted. Thank you for bringing about an awareness.

[George Coombs]

Thankyou for such a helpful and encouraging review