With Open Eyes

This is a poem written by a man on the streets in Ottawa, Ontario. He was writting poems on pieces of carboard and selling them to make a bit of money, so I bought one. I thought I should recognize this and add one of his works to this site.

I will not validate

Where I'm at

There is no compromise

 

My life is mine to live

I won't wear a disguise

 

Judge me if you want

I don't really care

 

That

And the hypocrisy of it

With others you do share

 

I'm not hurting anyone

Just doing my thing

Awaiting

With open eyes

What the future might bring

 

- Crazzy Dave

02/07/07

Author's Note

This is in no way my poem and I can not take any credit for it. This is a testament to the homeless people out there who are in need of something more. I believe we should honour them; after spending a night sleeping in a cardboard box I realized how hard it must be for these people. They should be treated with respect and their lives are their own, not ours to judge, as "Crazzy Dave" mentions.

Reviews

[Ericka Ray]

Loved it it even thought it isn't yours to take any credit. It is so true and it can really fit to anyone who reads it. Every one puts on a disguise except for a slight few. I hope you can write more, even if it's not yours.

[Constance]

Thank you. Simply, thank you.

[RHEA CROSLEY]

This is such a noble work. Everyone should be treated with respect. People get arrogant but they could end up in worse condition then those they judge. Nice clear poem appreciate the work.