Helpless Homelessness - A Poem
Homeless man
Masses Huddling
As I was driving downtown this afternoon running errands I noticed many people walking on the streets. Many had overflowing backpacks, some were walking with others, some were walking alone. I saw two pushing shopping carts full of all of their belongings. I saw a small group of people with one of them carrying a sleeping bag. All of these people were walking towards the Lord's Diner, a place for anyone to get a hot, free meal. It sparked the following poem...
Masses huddling
Some cuddling
Backpack humps
As they slump
Some walking
None talking
Waiting lines
Taking time
Open doors
Flooded floors
Warm meal
Friendships sealed
Walking out
Large crowd
Now cold
Becoming old
Time for sleep
Though snow is deep
Soft blanket
Can ‘t take it
Never taking
Never waking
Another one dies
They say goodbyes
