Another Day

Another day and she sighs

Pain seeping from her drained eyes

Can’t go on getting high

I could have stayed she cries

The streets they’re cold and bare

The people they don’t care

No time for talking, they just stare

She thinks of people

People from nowhere

No hurrying along, must prolong

Hey mister, got a shilling for a song

The day drags on

Money all gone

The people start on home

And into the night

She’s again alone.

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

Day after day a lonely life where people stare at you. A street wanderer; but no place to go. She tries to play for money, but not enough to survive on; just waking up to another dark day. Well written Paul!

[Paul Bell]

Thanks, Betty. Being on the streets is tough at any time, now it's a death sentence.

[Betty Hermelee]

I totally agree with you; it's a surging problem!!

[Katrina Mckeown]

You portray this destitute and sad scene aptly with your brilliant use of imagery. A heartfelt write ..
good work Paul
Katrina

[Paul Bell]

Thanks, Katrina, sad for some in these times.

[Katrina Mckeown]

Indeed it is 😢

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A poignant and devastating scene where emotion really does slap the reader, well done, good read.

[Paul Bell]

Not a good time for the disadvantaged in society.

[Lydia Shutter]

Such a sad scene your imagery paints. Unfortunately, it is one seen in many metropolitan cities all around the world. Now, with everyone quarantined, the situation is even more dire for those who live on the streets. Your words show a great deal of compassion, Paul. Lydi**

[Paul Bell]

The homeless were in shelters here, but then the virus hit, and they were put back on the streets, shocking.

[Lydia Shutter]

Horrible! It is as if no one cares.

[R.E. Ray]

This is a scene in most cities. I worked in Washington, DC for many years, and I witnessed the sadness firsthand. I'll admit I was part of the crowd that usually rushed past to my destination. I'd think about those living in the streets, the left-behind, the addicts and mentally ill.

This poem reminds how easily we can walk past humanity, not seeing the tragedy before our eyes. This poem also illustrates the importance of human connection. We are a species that survives and thrives as a community.

Though not an apparent topic in this poem, this sense of solitude and abandonment is what many Americans and others are feeling as they're told to stay indoors and away from others. Of course, they have the benefit of shelter and family. A powerful poem, Paul.

[Paul Bell]

We all do it, avert eyes in any direction apart from down. Being out in the streets is desperate at any time, but now that everyone is isolating it's going to be a lot worse.