"with a bit of dignity" This line makes breathing hard, thinking about the homeless, alone on the cold unforgiving streets, hanging on to anything for warmth, wishing for someone to be nice to them, to understand, it can happen to anyone. Really deep and sad Jacob.
And all he wanted for Christmas,
was to survive one more day,
with a bit of dignity.
Hit really hard, heart-breaking and sad. We talk about compassion but the fact is that there are always such people overlooked while we live inside our shells.
' And all he wanted for Christmas, - was to survive one more day, - with a bit of dignity.'
That final word strikes a real cord with me. We can stick money in collecting tins, can offer someone pennies for a cuppa, can post a cheque to a well.known charity, etc.. But, how does one actually give DIGNITY to another human being? It's not something that happens with a click of fingers, it's respect shown year long, year after year after year. It's forgetting self.
Your wonderfully empathic poem holds the heart of that. Tis beautiful, jacob.. tis real. tis the very truth of life..
and Jacob, it seems you have given it to him (them).. dignity... and this sometimes is as good as, if not better than a hot meal... not to say a hot meal is not also necessary, but the meal feeds only the body and often come with a price (guilt) but the dignity feeds their humanness..
I enjoyed your poem very much Jacob, written in the spirit of kindness, one human being to another...
It's the Shepherd poem (quite remarkable in its ownself) tossed with a bit of Jethro Tull's Christmas Song and Art Carney's Serling-esque Santa of so many decades ago, all tossed together with the deftness of language which is your hallmark. A bit of dignity, yes.
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
thank you, W.k. and yes, Marcie's poem is amazing...
The forgotten ghosts, the homeless live amongst us with government aid going abroad! I don't like this show of fake compassion to the world as our fellow men and women rot in the grandeur of politics of false offerings like we as a country really care! Terrible. Nice right J
It's a message that should make us realize we're all lucky. In this day and age there should not be any homeless or hungry. But we're all slaves to the body. Addiction and insanity. Great write. CD
Oh man, the guilt of bounty and the guilt of the guilt of at least relative bounty, that warranted or unwarranted distrust per situation, who's to guage accurately who we give or not give to, except ourselves and those we trust, but an uninured rationality will not fight off plagues of compassion, I'm on this train as well, journey after journey and each time is aa wretched as the last.
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..