Homeless.
If it hadn't been for my car that's exactly where I would have been for two years. Thank you for bringing it to the front of how homeless are treated.
Thanks Richard. Close calls can affect us all.
Closely felt, well writ. Thank you
This is how it is for so many.
More every year and
most
thought it could never
happen
to
them...
PS Great poem, Richard.
Dave
The homeless give thanks in many ways unrecognized. We the people just haven’t found Buddha under the Bodhi tree.
You can always sell your Poetry!
Wonderfully written
Thanks. Too many lying on street.
Sorrowful….human suffering..
That double meaning of ‘no cents’ 👌
Makes sense. Change one day when money spent on human suffering rather than war and suffering a result.
One more ring (bolgi) of Dante’s Inferno.
For the first time since returning to my hometown in the Midwest 7 years ago, I saw two people sleeping on the sidewalk skirting Main Street.
Yes. People text on their phones and don’t see them, so they trip and meet the sidewalk.
Sharp, short and to the point.
To the point of no return. Thanks for reading the poem.
If it hadn't been for my car that's exactly where I would have been for two years. Thank you for bringing it to the front of how homeless are treated.
Thanks Richard. Close calls can affect us all.
Closely felt, well writ. Thank you
This is how it is for so many.
More every year and
most
thought it could never
happen
to
them...
PS Great poem, Richard.
Dave
The homeless give thanks in many ways unrecognized. We the people just haven’t found Buddha under the Bodhi tree.
You can always sell your Poetry!
Wonderfully written
Thanks. Too many lying on street.
Sorrowful….human suffering..
That double meaning of ‘no cents’ 👌
Makes sense. Change one day when money spent on human suffering rather than war and suffering a result.
One more ring (bolgi) of Dante’s Inferno.
For the first time since returning to my hometown in the Midwest 7 years ago, I saw two people sleeping on the sidewalk skirting Main Street.
Yes. People text on their phones and don’t see them, so they trip and meet the sidewalk.
Sharp, short and to the point.
To the point of no return. Thanks for reading the poem.