HomelessA Poem by DeepDarkPoetrythis poor manYou see a dirty, poor man begging for change on the dark, cold ground, some people whispering to their children to stay away from someone like him. Some people have enough purity and holiness to look at him for more than three seconds, but as you look at the man you see a dirtied face, with tear stains on his jacket and dried blood on his face, you begin to walk away, and you know you will never get his face out of your head. © 2009 DeepDarkPoetry |
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4 Reviews Added on December 24, 2009 Last Updated on December 26, 2009 AuthorDeepDarkPoetryChicago, ILAbouti write poetry and mybe sometimes a novel but i really, really, REALLY need opions plz more..Writing
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