I SAW THEM HUDDLEDA Poem by Miss SharonHomelessness...always difficult to see and harder to forget.I SAW THEM HUDDLED I saw them huddled on the streets, Disheveled, worn and cold. I wanted so to look away, Yet somehow...I was bold. I walked up to the sleeping pair... A man and his best friend. I wondered how to show concern, And help their souls to mend. The man looked up when Sparky barked, And held him when he whined. The hopeless look within those eyes, Sent shivers up my spine. I asked if he was hungry then, And tears ran down his cheeks. I handed him some money but My mouth would hardly speak. He thanked me many, many times... I slowly walked away. As tears began their salty trail, And I began to pray. ~~~ Most of us have SO much to thank God for. Just do it! ~~~ (Written for the Thanksgiving season.) © 2015 Miss SharonFeatured Review
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6 Reviews Added on November 3, 2015 Last Updated on November 3, 2015 AuthorMiss SharonCOAboutMy name is Sharon, I am a retired piano teacher, I love the mountains where I hike and snowshoe, have had several poems published and love to write. I also love to read almost anything I can get my ha.. more..Writing
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