Strangers Unaware

Strangers Unaware

A Poem by Jeff Bresee

How odd this ragged stranger seems

who jarred me from my frozen stare

at dust and dreams and other things

for which I spend my time and care.

 

No other man hath paid him mind,

no nod, nor smile, nor kindness shown.

No soul at all hath lent him time.

No good man opened up his home.

 

So what is lost if I like they

wave off the hand and turn back in,

and quickly block the guilt away

that comes from having been like them.

 

For not but dread his presence seems,

his very sight - a cause to stare

at rags and seams… and other things

for which he has no means to care.

 

Thus, I suppose a dime I’ll lend.

“Oh what the hell. Here take it all.”

How little it be in the end

when from our eyes the scales do fall.

© 2018 Jeff Bresee


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The poem wrote deep and hard thoughts my friend.
"Thus, I suppose a dime I’ll lend.
“Oh what the hell. Here take it all.”
How little it be in the end
when from our eyes the scales do fall"
I did like the above lines. I know these places in the poem. Thank you Jeff for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 1 Year Ago



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Jeff Bresee
Jeff Bresee

Dallas, TX



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I love to write poetry and then turn it into songs. I am a singer/songwriter for Weathered Pages, a Fort Worth, Texas based music charity. Check us out at www.weatheredpages.com And I hope you .. more..

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