The Old Man Under The Tree

It is a poem about a lonely homeless old man, it is the 2nd poem I wrote.

The Old Man Under The Tree

I saw an old man, under the tree,

Begging for someone else's mercy.

With battered arms and swollen legs,

Clothes rough and tattered.

With a shattered heart and lost pride,

That man carried on, in a hopeless land.

What a miserable sight, that old man’s plight.

That old man under the tree,

Could be you or me.

Under the bright white sun,

In the burning heat waves, he called,

"Son, can you bring me water, cold?"

With skin as sand, and feet of stone,

With broken teeth, and fallen faith.

That old man, defeated by the human race,

Could be you or me.

Thank God for the luxury,

We complain about salt and sweet.

That blind man, with a dog for his aid,

And the dog never leaves his side.

Both of them skinny and shallow,

Living on the meal they shared a week ago.

Teach your children to help the poor and lend to the needy,

Because one day,

That old man, under the tree,

With no one's sympathy,

Could be you or me.

He fell asleep, dreaming of childhood days,

Days he used to play, just like everybody else.

With a belly full of air, and eyes full of dreams,

He passed away,

With his head in mud, and toes eaten,

With blue skin and rotten flesh.

What a pity on the world, what a shame,

There's no one left, to bury the dead old man.

Here’s my cheers to humanity,

That left the hearts of men, and chose the beasts.

That old man under the tree,

Could be you or me.

Reviews

[Kane Hagwood]

As someone who just recently got into a homeless shelter, this poem hits pretty deep. All it took for me was a few bad days strung together that landed me on the streets. Losing everything is a fate anyone could face, and one I never thought I'd personally deal with. Some folks were kind. Others, not so much. It makes me sad, seeing the homelessness I witnessed and experienced first hand. A lot of judgement and a lot of snide coming from people who could easily be in the same position that I was in. Thankfully, I'm on the road to recovery. Having a bed to sleep on, food to eat, and even a computer to work with--all luxuries I took for granted before the awful events that landed me in the position I was in.

Thank you for sharing this poem and the message of kindness it carries. Keep on writing, friend.

-Kane

[Sk.Mansur]

Thank you for your kind review. You are the first person to review on my poems thank you for that.read moreThank you for your kind review. You are the first person to review on my poems thank you for that.
I wanna say that this poem I wrote after I saw a homeless old man and when i tried to give him money he refused and asked for water and that shattered my heart. I am pretty sure you will only do best in your life from now on with all the good fortune.

[Kane Hagwood]

Well, I'm glad to be the first! I always believe in supporting other writers, especially when they write from the heart.

[Sk.Mansur]

Thank you for your support 😊😊, I just started writing last month , please give any suggestions to improve my writings , once again thankyou for your support 😊