A Poem by T.S. Claus

The Bum has no shame
Nor the evening to care
No family, nor friends
His feet dirty and bare

A chewed up burger
Melted slush in Styrofoam 
Beneath the sweltering Sun
Ants beside the fire

A busy city street
And a dumpster
Looking for a place to eat
People dressed to meet the Queen

If no one knows your name
You do not have one
If no one knows your soul
It goes the same

Sick people, sickness
Walking, talking, passing icy glares
All people are evil
Spare not even a dime

But then again
Neither did I

Where are you going tonight, Bum?

© 2015 T.S. Claus

Author's Note

T.S. Claus
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"But then again
Neither did I"

That line was excellently penned. A superb ending to a superb piece of poetry. Keep writing! :)

Posted 7 Years Ago

I liked it, though it was sad. There is an element of truth to the bit about everyone being evil. I didn't used to, but now more often than not I don't even glance at homeless people as I pass by. I don't mean to do it, but it is sad to see someone who has fallen so far. Good write.

Posted 7 Years Ago

Rock bottom. Reminds me of home.
Interesting write. Well played!

Posted 7 Years Ago

Honest and direct words. Poor people and homeless have their stories. Many reasons to fall down, few to raise. I like your tone in the words. A very good ending to the excellent poetry.

Posted 7 Years Ago

This amazing work of art describes how hard some people have it compared to others. The line "people dressed to meet the Queen" really stands out to me because while the bum has barely anything, others have nice clothes made of very expensive and limited materials. Nice work!


Posted 7 Years Ago

Nice wording!!
Keep it up!!

Posted 7 Years Ago

Interesting perspective and good observations. Well done.

Posted 7 Years Ago

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Added on September 4, 2015
Last Updated on September 4, 2015
Tags: bum, homeless, poem, poetry, poor, rich, hunger, misery


T.S. Claus
T.S. Claus

Detroit, MI

Tyler S. Claus, studying journalism in Detroit, Michigan. I write Short Stories, screenplays, News Articles (Satire), Poems and Prose, and hope to strengthen my abilities in all aspects of writing w.. more..

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