I hate Saturdays

Poem based on a real encounter and subsequent conversation with a seemingly homeless person. I was very pressed for time but I was quite moved by his situation and offered what HOPE I knew of.

“ I hate Saturdays” by B.Dodd

 

 ‘I hate Saturdays, ‘ he suddenly said

‘Much rather be in bed !’

‘Why’s that?’ I asked with a quizzical look

As he stood there swaying, his hands shook.

 

He told me that he couldn’t bother.

He had no wife, no child, no brother.

Nothing to give and nothing to share

No house, no home, no place, nowhere.

 

His story he began to trace

Of hard times___ written on his face.

He told me that he’d got no money,

But drink in hand I thought ‘That’s funny!’

 

I thought, ‘I’ve heard this all before’

Yet this poor soul’s plight I couldn’t  ignore.

Unclean, unkempt__ with haggard face,

Unvalued part of the human race.

 

He told me that his name was Stan,

Had once been a bright young man,

Yet  Mr. Trouble and Mrs. Strife’

Had robbed him of a normal life.

 

In his eyes I saw no hope,

Plain to me, he couldn’t cope,

A heart so full of woe and sorrow,

For whom there was no bright tomorrow.

 

Before our  time came came to an end,

I told him that there was one friend ,

From whose love he’d never stray’

But by his side would ever stay.

 

I gave him some coins and said a prayer,

‘Dear Lord please show him that you’re there’

Others,  I know, have a similar story,

But hope one day we’ll meet in glory...