What do the homeless carry?
Powerful words and thoughts shared.
A foto album
A babies pink mitten
A yellowing newspaper
With the date of their anniversary inside
A violin without any strings
A war medal from Afghanistan
A bible taken from a Methodist church
A letter from Iran
Their poems written on scraps of paper
A can with a mouse inside
The plot number of the grave of their mother
A key to a demolished building
And the only place they can really sleep
Is in themselves
A plane ticket to Dubrovnik dated 1999
Their medication that keeps them alive
Although one person gave it all away
For a can of Heinz
Then they died
And was never recognised
Its easy to die
When you have no food
And sleep deprivation
Mangles your mind
And your tummy troubles you
And you cannot cry
And all that you had
The very last shred of your humanity
Is left in a shop…
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Very touching, heartbreaking.
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Here in Michigan. They try to help the homeless. Hard to do and thank you dear Joan for reading and the comment.
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It’s a heartbreaking poem, exceptionally well-done. Thank you for sharing it. It deserves a wide audience.
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I do agree. Honest words. Many are veterans. Who gave-up. Thank you dear Liz for reading and the comment.
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You’re welcome, John. Speaking of veterans, it reminded me a bit of Tim O’Brien’s The Things They Carried–just from a different perspective.
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