Maher, I keep having to come back to this because I don't know what to comment without being so blunt or whatever. As you know I usually like ripping poetry to pieces (lol) but I can't with this piece it's just so beautifully written and enthralling that all I can say is I'm gutted you can't vote at the weekend and that I'm out of votes until Tuesday so going to add it to my faves so I can nominate it as soon as I can.
The meaning of this piece is very very powerful.
All the best, Em
It is sad when we pass those in need and seem to be oblivious to their misfortunes. It happens too often in life, be they the homeless on the streets or the starving children who have to walk miles a day just to find dirty water that can kill them. As Brenda says: a sad state of affairs.
It is very sad indeed, especially when you take the time to talk to them for a few minutes and learn about some of their histories. One man here was an engineer who worked on building the Sydney harbour bridge. When the job was done, apparently so was he.
Thank you for taking the time to comment, good sir :)