Homeless

Homeless

She’s lonely and weary, old and bone-tired,

Her legs ache, her feet hurt, and she shivers with cold,

Home for her is a box on the street,

Where she’ll huddle at night when the sun goes down.

By day, she roams with her cargo of bags,

Clothes with the stench of death, covered by a long coat and tattered scarf,

With treasures all saved and packed away,

Pushing a shopping cart once owned by some forgotten store.

The paint’s gone and the wheels squeak,

Sometimes she dreams, but they are filled with sadness,

Of a house, a garden, and a family she loved,

I’m sure her story would be a best-seller as the chapters unfold.

But her mind’s blank, she’s waiting to die,

Her story is locked away in her memory,

Forever and ever, until God takes her home,

Where peace awaits her, no more must she be sad and homeless….

6/28/2003

Reviews

[Donna]

This is very sad but true. There are so many homeless people, I just don't know what the answer is. Really nicely written.

[Ghost]

Thank you for reading.. Yes there is to much homeless everywhere... My opinion is instead of tearing down old buildings like stores that were abandoned why not make them into a housing place for the homeless to get them off the streets...

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

We all need a place to call home mentally and physically- sad when people are lost and forlorn I wish we could heal the world but sometimes I wonder if they could would they change their situations?? Wonderful writing🌹

[Ghost]

I don't Know sometimes I feel they have slipped so far that nothing could bring them back.. Thank you.

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

My pleasure-sad but true🌹

[Neville]

A very sad tale indeed from one end to the other. I like the way you build up to a bleak climax and she is finally released & at peace........N

[Ghost]

Thank you so much, for such a nice comment.. I try to give the tale like I was almost there.

[Neville]

You certainly achieved your objective........N