Sins of Omission

 

 

 

Woeful, lonely, shame filled eyes happen to meet my glance

 

Setting there on your garbage bags, and huddled with your treasures, cardboard piled neat with some sembalance of order

 

I had been worried about my make-up, and if my day was laid out in place then I saw your eyes and nothing else seemed to matter

 

Wondering how your journey landed you at this place setting by the curb with people avoiding looking in your face.

 

I begin to pray a silent prayer and apologize for being part of a

human race that can walk by and not seem to notice...the look in your eyes.

 

Then my imagination plays with me, and I think you could be Jesus

setting there. He was also a man of many sorrows. No possessions,

no home, no lovers, no place to lay his head.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Mr. Lopez]

I really enjoyed this piece , because i am sure that so many are guilty of doing the same thing and can identify with the emotion that you portray. This is much like a poem that i wrote called "spare change" I have often thought the same thing of a person in need. This keeps it fresh in the minds of others as well i'm sure. Nice work.

Mr.Lopez

[THERISA]

It's so easy to cast your eyes aside and continue walking on by. Too many people are locked into their own small problems, to care about the larger ones which plagues society, in general. Thinking it's "not my problem", or "someone else can deal with this person". Sadly, this problem knows no borders, which can stop it. Thank you, for reminding us, of failed responsibility to our fellow citizens.

[Jeremiah Medina]

this is an excellent peice, its so sad how many people we have in our own country just dying on the streets, and here we are fighting off in some other country, we need to fix things here...a very good write.