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Tears of pain that cannot be dried was an awesome close! Wow! This one could fit any homeless person in my country, too! sam
posted by
sam444
on January 23, 2010 at 4:03 AM
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Thank you! Very emotional. This is a tribute to all homeless people who through no fault of their own, wind up alone and homeless, many of them veterans. Will this be published in a magazine? I really hope so.
posted by
LuciW86
on January 21, 2010 at 9:11 PM
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Re: momma mia
Thank you for your lovely words.
posted by
BernieFranklin
on January 21, 2010 at 2:48 PM
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Sad but true
This story is a wonderful tribute to all the honorable homeless people. I have also seen a few times I had to give straight from my pocket book...it wasnt a big purse as I was a single mom of two daughters ! I did have us volunteer at a few soup kitchens and such.... however the few times I would go to a fast food place and pickup burgers, fries and a drink...they told me that they would rather have a 5 or ten......... LOL and the ones around the corner from me have better cell phones than I do....and they seem to eat pretty well! One guy a few months ago wore a sign that said" To ugly to prostitute" I stopped to speak to him........and told him that he was not.......He asked "was not what"? I laughed and said " you are most certainly not to ugly to sell yourself....Its called a job"! He was around 30 years old and looked to be pretty healthy.....I know looks can be decieving but the elements he withstands just to be there is telling! Thanks again for a beautiful poem!!! Mia
posted by
momma_mia
on January 21, 2010 at 1:43 PM
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I know a country song.
J K I know a former bum that’s so nice: He’s a good Christian man. He receives social security so my landlady took him in upstairs. When I first moved to this apartment he wanted to establish turf in the shared kitchen of the landlady. I helped him assimilate into a domestic situation. He talks to the town librarian too love. 201KBC-A, Bill’s RJLst
posted by
BC-A
on January 21, 2010 at 6:47 AM
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Tramp
Thanks for your comment. This reminded me of the time I was walking up the town and tramp was watching people pass by from his seat in the Mall. Perhaps they can sense an opening. As soon as he saw me he beckoned to me. 'I need a cup of coffee.' I am afraid I am not as generous as you. I just gave him a few silver coins. Once there were Workhouses as you probably know, where one could spend a night if in dire straights. Progress?
posted by
C_C_T
on January 21, 2010 at 2:02 AM
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this broke my heart. Aww - what a lovely poem in tribute, to empathize - sounds like you tried his shoes on. Elyse
posted by
elysianfields
on January 20, 2010 at 7:09 PM
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It's unfortunate the way things end up for people. I always see people in the streets and wonder what their life was before this and how it could have gotten to this point.
posted by
PoetikliNclynd
on January 20, 2010 at 4:34 PM
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Re: fememefeme
I love your reply - Thank you
posted by
BernieFranklin
on January 20, 2010 at 11:44 AM
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Bagman Pete
That was very nice of your to share this story.I too came across a man and his dog walking in the desert I believe the dog was pulling him. Earlier I stopped and bought a bucket of chicken and my passinger wondered why I bought a big bucket.Well it turned out God knew. I stopped and picked them u p fed them and even took them where they needed to gol My friend said I was just waiting when you were going to give him the van.I said we serve angels unaware and if this person was God and I ignored him it might keep me out of Heaven. Keep up your kindness Lv fememefem(Fema)
posted by
fememefeme
on January 20, 2010 at 11:37 AM
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