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Updated on February 20, 2014

I was there that night~

He was in the hospitals café~

In his wheel chair~

Complaining out loud flusteredly~

Trying to determine if he could afford a cup of coffee~

Which was much more than he originally thought~

He with red, grey out of control fuzzed out hair~

With a grey beard and~

Mustache that covered mostly all his face~

With wanting confused eyes~

Was at a frenzied pace!

I was there that night~

To see him~

Miserable, minimal and~

Low in his wheel chair~


Having from head to toe~

As many clothes as he could layer on~

To brave the bitter cold~

With obscure plastic bags and~

A tattered back pack near by~

He muddled to compose himself~

As we caught each others eyes.

I was there that night~

When he was out right flustered! ~

Ranting like nothing could go more wrong! ~

That is when I asked him~

“Do you need money for coffee?” ~

Which followed with his hesitation~

He didn’t want to beg for money~

But took my only dollars I had left and~

Some change anyway~

I could tell his remorse for having to do so~

As I gave him a look like it was no bother and~

Perfectly ok.

I was there that night~

When he was so helpless~

Trying to now fill his cup with coffee~

From below the beige counter~

Trying to obtain the staples to~

Make his coffee right~



As the unreachable was above him~

Not able to even reach far enough to pay the cashier~

Which must of seemed a mile away to him~

Only a few steps for me~

So I reached for the money~

Handing it to the cashier on his behalf~

I was happy to help him~

Some might call me I am sure daft.

I was there that night~

As he still rambled on~

What a pickle he was in~

How the hospital said there was nothing they~

Could do for him~

I thought to myself~

What a shame and~

Possibly a sin.

I was there that night~

When he told his story~

How he was sent money to visit a woman~

Whom turned him away in the dead of a winter night~

Saying “She no longer wanted him” ~

After he a traveled far away from his normal safe haven~

He was down and out and frustrated~

As he told this out loud~

Others acted like it didn’t phase them.

I was there that night~

When I asked him if he was homeless? ~

As he quickly answered “yes” ~

Reiterating his travel woeful story~

Again about the strange woman who~

Sent him money to visit.

I was there that night~

When I saw one Good Samaritan man shared a half of~

His sandwich with him~

In turn it made me feel not alone with my concern for~

This homeless bloke~

Because it troubled me why most people~

Overlooked and disregarded this man~

As he disassembled~



Worried how he could obtain a simple coffee~

Easy for most of us~

But insurmountable for he~

How could they not read between the lines~

To hear his plea?

I was there that night~

When I saw scads of people ignore him~

As they walked around and~

By him~

Busily assembling their own nourishment~

As he flummoxed amongst them so low and ~

Run down in his wheel chair~

It was as if he had been on the floor~

They would had stepped over and on top of him~

This I must say personally I wholly deplored!

I was there that night~

Finally tearing myself away to go on with my duty~

Feeling like I wished I could do more~

Baffled why a handful of hospital officers just~

Stood gathered socializing gaily at the Café door?

I was there that night~

As I walked and~

Thought in the freezing cold snowy air~

About this poor man~

Jostling how much I should care? ~

As I seated myself on the damp bus stop bench~

I continued to ponder~

While for him my heart wrenched.

I was there that night~

As I contemplated~

Why should I care as much as I do? ~

Is that a flaw in me that I could not ignore like others do? ~

But shouldn’t we all care? ~

Why do I so much want to ask the authorities what they intend~

To do with this man? ~

Why has no one found him a shelter to stay? ~

Between the hospital and~

Police wouldn’t you think a solution would be obtained? ~

Back and forth thoughts play in my mind~

Should I just mind my own business? ~

What do I truly know about him and his situation? ~

But geeze a case like this isn’t it everyone’s business?

I was there that night~

Thinking still on the frosty bus stop bench~

Worried and concerned about the homeless man~

When I realized while helping him~

I forgot to pay for my own coffee~

At the café I had been in!

I was there that night~

When I went back to the café~

Apologizing for not paying~

While still noting~

There he still was~

The homeless wheel chair man~

Sitting there remotely~

With out a single friend.

I was there that night~

As I went to buy my cookies for a snack~

Around seven pm~

Finding myself buying an extra one~

I said to him~

“Do you like cookies?” ~

As I proceeded to hand him his own cookie bag~

He complained about his plight once more~

Following up with~

“How would they like it if I killed myself?” ~

“I think I will kill myself” ~

My automatic response was to say~

“You wouldn’t want to do that”~

As I thought to change the subject to~

Something optimistic~

I had to think fast!

I was there that night~

When I asked him~

“What lesson he had learned from all this?” ~

He gave an answer I recollect naught~

Than I gave him the logical answer~

In a half humorous way~

“We do not trust strange women and~

Leave our safe haven in the dead of the winter~

With no money~

Hundreds of miles away from home where we should had stayed” ~

He than chuckled~

Agreeing I was right~

I wished him a better night~

As I walked to return to my mothers bedside~

Hoping I might had brightened his attitude for his horrible plight.

I was there that night~

As I left my mother in the evening at the hospital~

To return to the hospital hotel~

As the security guard in his four wheel drive~

Was surely on his way to shuttle me to the ~

Very modest humble abode~

When a familiar figure caught my eye~

Yes it was he~

The wheel chair homeless man set up outside the hospital doors~

Now wearing his gloves~

As it was bitterly cold.

I was there that night~

When I spoke once again to him~

He said there was no place in a shelter for him~

Except far away in another town~

But alas he had no means to get a ride there~

Being handicapped in a wheel chair~

As I turned~

I saw in the other direction a fleet of ambulances lined up~

Some ready and waiting~

Others just sitting cold for no purpose at all~

To me ironic as they seemed in this situation mocking~

This poor man unlucky life’s fall.

I was there that night~

As suddenly my ride was here~

The security guard as he gave me time to climb in the vehicle~

Had gotten out of the car to~

Chit chat with what looked to me as an official officer~

They were boldly conversing about the wheel chair man~

With a coldness of words that would chill anyone’s heart~

“This was it”! ~

Before I hopped in the car I said to~

Both of the officers as nice a pie~

“I don’t know if this makes a difference to you?” ~

“But earlier I heard that poor man say~

He wanted to kill himself” ~

Their looks back at me~

Made me look and feel a fool.

I was there that night~

When the officers with unconcerned looks~

Practically acted like they never heard me~

As well they did! ~

But they with knowing looks to each other~

Made it clear to me~

They did not appreciate my information I had interjected~

So still thinking eventually he would be helped~

Especially after the fact I blurted out~

I shut up~

Climbed in the car~

To be shuttled off to the hotel~

That wasn’t too far.


I was there that morning~

At Dunkin Donuts across the street from the hospital~

As I stood in line for my coffee~

I noticed her~

Carrying her prized plastic bags~

With a green plaid umbrella~

Talking to no one that was there~

She looked harmless~

As she puttered around doing something only~

She would know to~

Every table in there~

As she still continued talking to~

Some imaginary friend~

That certainly wasn’t to~

Considered normal eyes clear.

I was there that morning~

After she was called to the side hall~

Seeming to disappear? ~

I was there that morning~

When I sat drinking my coffee~

I kept questioning familiar bags on the floor? ~

Maybe they were hers and~

She forgot them? ~

Maybe they belonged to the boy at the~

Next table listening to his music? ~

As I sipped on my coffee and~

Had only looked down for a minute or two~

When a familiar silhouette caught my eye again~

Yes it was he! ~

Those bags were his!

Oddly I felt delighted~

To see someone I felt I knew!

I was there that morning~

When I let my positive thoughts fly~

As I said good morning to him~

“Oh you have a coffee?” I said~

Happy for him~

Until he said~

He had spent the night out in the frigid cold~

Right in front of the hospital doors~

On a night it snowed till dawn~

As I am sure many came and left to go~

What I was hearing I felt was so wrong!

I was there that morning~

Trying to console him~

With positive thoughts~

As well as some practical suggestions~

Which I found he had already tried~

Still waiting from last night a call back from two, one, one.

I was there that morning~

As I wished him well~

Feeling helpless myself~

In disbelief ~

How could officials allow this~

Man to go through such hell?

I was there that morning~

As I walked away~

Doing what only thing I could think of~

In my power that would work~

Turning to GOD~

As I apprehensibley walked away~

Trying to collect my emotions~

That were now frayed.

I was there that morning~

As I walked away and prayed for him~

So very hard~

I walked and released my worry to GOD.

I was there that morning~

Praying as I walked~

That GOD would make someone official truly care~

I talked to GOD as if I knew HE was a friend that was there.

I was there that morning~

Praying all the way to~

The hospital where my mother recuperating lay.

Yes I was there that morning~

As he the poor man was there~

Yes I was there that morning~

Trying to help with what I had to offer~

All I felt I had left to help~

Was my strongest of prayers…

By Lisa J. Warner AKA Lisa Luv



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    • Lisa Luv profile imageAUTHOR

      Lisa J Warner AKA Lisa Luv 

      4 years ago from Conneticut, USA

      lissamasters Thank you so much....I wish you a very happy Saturday!

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      Melissa S Masters 

      4 years ago from Massachussetts

      Lisa, This work is nothing short of glorious. I need come back and read it once more, when I can take the time to truly hear... to truly take in all that is expressed here... and yes, return again I will. Thank you for sharing this message, this touching message, with all of us. Blessings.

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      Lisa J Warner AKA Lisa Luv 

      4 years ago from Conneticut, USA

      teaches12345 Thank you for visiting and reading! Awesome message spreading by you too as well as a very kind comment...

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      Dianna Mendez 

      4 years ago

      What a beautiful message that hits home for many of us. This reminds me of the Good Samaritan lesson. Love this! Sharing and pinning.

    • Lisa Luv profile imageAUTHOR

      Lisa J Warner AKA Lisa Luv 

      4 years ago from Conneticut, USA

      Thank you very much Gypsy Rose Lee....You are very kind..

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 

      4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Powerful and emotional. Your pictures certainly tell the story. So many people tend to turn away when if everyone lent a hand things would be different. Passing this on.

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      Lisa J Warner AKA Lisa Luv 

      4 years ago from Conneticut, USA

      True aviannovice.... Thank you for reading..

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      Deb Hirt 

      4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Sadly, it happens more than we care to think. These are the ones that slip through the cracks. Look how many veterans we sent home to no home...

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      Lisa J Warner AKA Lisa Luv 

      4 years ago from Conneticut, USA

      Vellur You are right.... Thank you so much...

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      Nithya Venkat 

      4 years ago from Dubai

      A great poem, you are very kind. It is so sad that people suffer so.

    • Lisa Luv profile imageAUTHOR

      Lisa J Warner AKA Lisa Luv 

      4 years ago from Conneticut, USA

      Thank you Jodah and what a high complement! May you have an AWESOME day!

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      John Hansen 

      4 years ago from Queensland Australia

      This is the most beautiful and touching poem that I have ever read of yours Lisa, and a true story makes it even more special. It is a good lesson for us all to be more kind and thoughtful to those less fortunate. As jamie said the repeated line,"I was there that night/morning" made this special. Voted up.

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      Lisa J Warner AKA Lisa Luv 

      4 years ago from Conneticut, USA

      CrisSp, jhamann, Deborah Brooks ,Eiddwen and word55 Thank you all for reading and your very thoughtful comments. I wish I could had done more. I know myself I would not of survived that cold night. You all it is obvious would and done the same or more...I am truly blessed with kindred spirits like yourselves surrounding me. Have a wonderful day all!

      Ps. thank you for your healing thoughts for my mother too :)

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      Al Wordlaw 

      4 years ago from Chicago

      Wow Lisa Luv, this story was very, very touching. You showed a lot of compassion for this man and other homeless people. My hat's off to you -:)

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      4 years ago from Wales

      This wonderful write Lisa is close to my heart and what a truly caring and giving soul you are. Like Vincent I also think that you were indeed meant to be there that night and I wish you well in all you do beautiful heart. I wish you a wonderful day and send you loads of love from Wales.


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      Deborah Brooks Langford 

      4 years ago from Brownsville,TX

      Lisa I cried .... that poor man.. it happens all the time.. you were so wonderful to help.. we have so many here in memphis.. even children... I cry.. we took them coats and clothes.. and food . and blankets.. they were so happy what little we gave them..

      God Bless you dear Lisa.


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      Jamie Lee Hamann 

      4 years ago from Reno NV

      I love the repitition of the line "I was there that morning..." It creates the perfect cadence to an incredible close. Thank you for such a wonderful read, my emotions were caught in quite a rollercoaster. Jamie

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      4 years ago from Sky Is The Limit Adventure

      This is so touching and wish I, myself could do more to help them out too that night. I guess for now, I could only offer my prayers for them and for you that you may continue to be blessed and be a blessing to others.

      I also wish for your mother's well being. Voting up and will spread the love by sharing this hub.

      Love from the sky~

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      Lisa J Warner AKA Lisa Luv 

      4 years ago from Conneticut, USA

      Vincent Moore You are too kind...I keep thinking this poem needs a lot of tweaks, but I was anxious to get it out after a million re-writes... Thank you so much for reading and your heartfelt comment. HUGS..

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      Vincent Moore 

      4 years ago

      God put you there that night for many reasons, there are so many like this hapless man, living on the edge of living, clinging onto it with every fiber left in their souls. You my dear shared a loving heart, caring soul and he felt it, I know that. Many will continue to look the other way, many will walk by without giving a single penny. Many don't care if a homeless person lives or dies, the government just considers them collateral waste. I thank you from the bottom of my poetic heart and send you my blessings for your kindness shown when you were there that night and morning. Never give up your giving heart will be blessed beyond measure sweet poet. Hugs


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