The Homeless Man

by PorcelainMoon   Feb 26, 2010


Must carry a heavy burden
Chosen by god as a leader
So much grace
Cast to the pit
By the cooperate sinner
Wounds dealt wrapped in silk
To feed the hungry children
Salty tears mark the face of failure
Happily ever after
Bury the man cofinless
Prepare the politicians a roast
Coffee, Champaign, start the night with a toast.
Drowning in whiskey
Shoes an a blanket
Luxuries to the lost.

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  • 10 years ago

    by Everlasting

    Shoes an a blanket

    ^ typo

  • 13 years ago

    by trippetta TC

    Love this poem, touches me on a personal level. A homeless man I had seen around town on his bicycle died a few years back, killed by a couple of "kids" from well to do families(no charges); I fought for him in the local paper, volunteered for Hospice & asked what happened to the remains of paupers, actually felt the weight of human life unclaimed in my hands. Heavy but light... that is how your poem struck me.

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