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That Moment Of Compassion
Who Was That In The Streets Tonite
From Under The Bridge Without Any Lights ?
Who Was That You Ignored
On Your Way To The Bank And Then To The Store
Bundled Up In Your Own Warm Car
With All Those Gifts You Feel Like A Star
You Get To Spend Time With Your Family
While Some Are So Cold They Can Barely Breathe
Did You Tell That One To Get A Job
When He Had One Then Got Robbed
They Beat Him Senseless So He Could Not Speak
Broke His Leg Now He Sleeps On The Street
The Mother Holds Her Child Wrapped In A Blanket
So Cold Tonite Think She's Gonna Make It ?
All She's Asking Is Some Money For Food
You Don't Have To Be So Nasty And Rude
Open Your Heart Share Your Last Dime
Speak A Kind Word Give Them Some Time
Take Them To A Cafe Hear Their Story
The Way It Was In Their Days Of Glory
Before Life Hit Them With So Much Hurt
They Feel Like The Trash Laying In The Dirt
Let Them Know There Still Is Caring
Don't Be Afraid Be A Little Daring
Let Them Know You Hope For Their Best
Then Go Home And Get A Good Rest !
From Under The Bridge Without Any Lights ?
Who Was That You Ignored
On Your Way To The Bank And Then To The Store
Bundled Up In Your Own Warm Car
With All Those Gifts You Feel Like A Star
You Get To Spend Time With Your Family
While Some Are So Cold They Can Barely Breathe
Did You Tell That One To Get A Job
When He Had One Then Got Robbed
They Beat Him Senseless So He Could Not Speak
Broke His Leg Now He Sleeps On The Street
The Mother Holds Her Child Wrapped In A Blanket
So Cold Tonite Think She's Gonna Make It ?
All She's Asking Is Some Money For Food
You Don't Have To Be So Nasty And Rude
Open Your Heart Share Your Last Dime
Speak A Kind Word Give Them Some Time
Take Them To A Cafe Hear Their Story
The Way It Was In Their Days Of Glory
Before Life Hit Them With So Much Hurt
They Feel Like The Trash Laying In The Dirt
Let Them Know There Still Is Caring
Don't Be Afraid Be A Little Daring
Let Them Know You Hope For Their Best
Then Go Home And Get A Good Rest !
Published 6th Apr 2018
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Anonymous
6th Apr 2018 9:33pm
Having slept rough during a period of my life, I can appreciate this only too well. Thank you for the awareness you spread with this poem, Mr Wolf :)
6th Apr 2018 11:24pm
My true pleasure ( and life's duty ) to be a small reminder , Miss Sub...;)
I too had some nights , on the side of a freeway , or in the woods ,
or at the end of an unlit dead end street by the railroad tracks...
I never asked for money , but I remember how you can feel like one
outside of the circle of those who had money , or a home , or a
working bathroom with shower , and it hurts to know there are far
more now than in my days...
One thing that gave me strength , was the story of my friend's father
who , with his wife , let me live with them , in a back room , behind their
place , when my family moved back east...
In his day...( they had my friend *late* in life )...it was the depression and
he was a true hobo , riding the rails , under the trains...he learned how to
play lap steel guitar , and ended up starting one of the first radio shows in
Missouri , about '35 / '36 , playing with his brother on fiddle...
He made money , he told me , begging for any extra baling wire anyone had ,
spending any money he had chroming them , after he turned the baling wire
into three fold wire egg baskets , then cleaning up as best he could , and selling
them to secretaries coming out of work , in the better part of towns...
He gave me the inspiration to believe there was always light at the end of that
tunnel under the bridge ( he ended up being one of the two best blade and scissor
grinders on the west U.S. coast , kicking the old grindstone wheel , but so many don't
even have that type of affirmation...they have reached the point of desperation , and
have lost faith in themselves , and the world around them...
Sometimes just a word of kindness , or a few coins , can do wonders...;)
Thank you for reading and taking the time to comment !
I too had some nights , on the side of a freeway , or in the woods ,
or at the end of an unlit dead end street by the railroad tracks...
I never asked for money , but I remember how you can feel like one
outside of the circle of those who had money , or a home , or a
working bathroom with shower , and it hurts to know there are far
more now than in my days...
One thing that gave me strength , was the story of my friend's father
who , with his wife , let me live with them , in a back room , behind their
place , when my family moved back east...
In his day...( they had my friend *late* in life )...it was the depression and
he was a true hobo , riding the rails , under the trains...he learned how to
play lap steel guitar , and ended up starting one of the first radio shows in
Missouri , about '35 / '36 , playing with his brother on fiddle...
He made money , he told me , begging for any extra baling wire anyone had ,
spending any money he had chroming them , after he turned the baling wire
into three fold wire egg baskets , then cleaning up as best he could , and selling
them to secretaries coming out of work , in the better part of towns...
He gave me the inspiration to believe there was always light at the end of that
tunnel under the bridge ( he ended up being one of the two best blade and scissor
grinders on the west U.S. coast , kicking the old grindstone wheel , but so many don't
even have that type of affirmation...they have reached the point of desperation , and
have lost faith in themselves , and the world around them...
Sometimes just a word of kindness , or a few coins , can do wonders...;)
Thank you for reading and taking the time to comment !
7th Apr 2018 6:43am
It's a sorry state of affairs in this country and also the mindset of most people about homelessness. I've always said, when asked (rarely!), how I feel about certain things in our country and my response is, "A country and its people are only as good as the least fortunate." Your poem is well written and thought provoking, nicely accomplished.
8th Apr 2018 6:20am
Carpe Max :
Very well stated truth...
One of the things I have posted on other sites , is a thread
about the ordinary people who have done small to great things
just to help others , even when large organizations could not or
would not...some of these are teens or younger , and have shown
great compassion , even then...
Or the man who stood on an "island" right by a major intersection ,
looking like someone begging for change , and then when someone
stopped to help him , he handed them a hundred dollar bill...
These are the great teachers of humanity...simple "angels / messengers"
on the road of life...
I could tell by reading some of your work , you are a man of heart , with
a "good soul"...I wish you the best on the path...best to you !
Very well stated truth...
One of the things I have posted on other sites , is a thread
about the ordinary people who have done small to great things
just to help others , even when large organizations could not or
would not...some of these are teens or younger , and have shown
great compassion , even then...
Or the man who stood on an "island" right by a major intersection ,
looking like someone begging for change , and then when someone
stopped to help him , he handed them a hundred dollar bill...
These are the great teachers of humanity...simple "angels / messengers"
on the road of life...
I could tell by reading some of your work , you are a man of heart , with
a "good soul"...I wish you the best on the path...best to you !
8th Apr 2018 3:41am
That's a wonderful, a true heart-felt piece of life and awareness you share with your work my friend..
those little delightful rhymes
and the meaningful content..
Thank you for your spread of work dear wolf...
Love,
H
those little delightful rhymes
and the meaningful content..
Thank you for your spread of work dear wolf...
Love,
H
8th Apr 2018 6:27am
Thank you for your heartfelt appreciation , my friend...
I have seen what the smallest act of compassion can do...
Here , on this site , even the smallest word of support for a new poet
could , one day , produce a Shakespeare...we never know...
I thank you and everyone who takes the time to read my work...
And even more so when they respond , and communicate...
Keep writing , Mi'lady !
I have seen what the smallest act of compassion can do...
Here , on this site , even the smallest word of support for a new poet
could , one day , produce a Shakespeare...we never know...
I thank you and everyone who takes the time to read my work...
And even more so when they respond , and communicate...
Keep writing , Mi'lady !
