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Memorial Park A Poem

Updated on May 2, 2017

Five hundred steps from my front door

Across vacant lots, around the bend

There in the distance, a monument of war

Not of soldiers with weapons or blood on their hands

No orphans or widows who mourn

But trash and debris, trails of bottles and cans

I rest on a bench where the homeless sleep

On nights when warm breezes soothe the pain in their bones

But yet in their dreams the hurt is deep

I swear I can feel the break in their psyche

From love lost, a tattered life, the good that slipped far, so far from their grip

Sounds of the train rolling through town

Bringing them here at the end of their trip

From riding the rails to search for a meal

And beg for a dime from men wearing silk

Feeling a tear drop down my face, my head starts to reel

Five hundred steps from my front door.

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    Paula 13 days ago from Beautiful Upstate New York

    D.M......You're very welcome and thank you for the lovely comment. :)

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    DEBANGEE MANDAL 13 days ago from India

    A very meaningful, lovely poem. I really loved it.

    Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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    Paula 3 weeks ago from Beautiful Upstate New York

    Thank you, Louise....so nice of you to visit....I appreciate your comment. :)

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    Louise Powles 3 weeks ago from Norfolk, England

    That is a beautifully written poem. And well done on 6 years on HP. =)

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    Paula 6 weeks ago from Beautiful Upstate New York

    Thanks so much sweet lady. I have shocked myself a few times, thinking all along I was following someone, only to discover I hadn't been!

    6 years sort of shocks me too! How quickly entire years fly by before we barely settle in! Looking back lately has begun to make me melancholy. Especially when one of my sons has a birthday....My first born was 49 this year. If I close my eyes, I still see him clearly as my precious new born....How do Moms do that? furthermore...WHY do we do it?

    Thanks for stopping by and appreciating my poem.....Hugs, Paula.

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    Shyron E Shenko 6 weeks ago from Texas

    Paula, congratulations on your 6 years writing for HP.

    I absolutely love your poetry, although it is hauntingly sad.

    Knowing first hand the aftermath of the devastation of war, your poem touches the heart in places that have ben hidden or purposely forgotten.

    Blessings my dear friend.

    P.S. I thought I was following you from long ago and when I saw this I wondered why I did not get notified. Sorry I am late.

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    Paula 6 weeks ago from Beautiful Upstate New York

    Thanks Peg, now if only we can erase this from our society.......Paula

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    Peg Cole 6 weeks ago from Dallas, Texas

    This is so deeply touching and meaningful on our forgotten society, whose unwashed and hungry bodies inhabit the benches and underpasses of our world. You've captured the essence of the sadness here in so few words. Nicely done.

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    Paula 6 weeks ago from Beautiful Upstate New York

    You're 100% Sweetheart!....I wish the whole bunch of us ladies of HP lived near one another. The truth is though, one area simply couldn't handle all that beauty & Talent in one spot!!! LOLOLOLOLO!!! Oh and "humility" of course! Hugs, Paula

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    Ruby Jean Fuller 6 weeks ago from Southern Illinois

    Paula, I came back to read a second time and it's just as hurtful today. I love your loving heart and your heartfelt poetry...

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    Paula 6 weeks ago from Beautiful Upstate New York

    Aww, thank you, girlfriend. I've done very little poetry and never really attempted it before writing here on HP. I sure do appreciate your wonderful comment......Love ya, Paula

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    Shauna L Bowling 6 weeks ago from Central Florida

    OMG, Paula. This is powerful stuff! I didn't know you write poetry. What a heart-wrenching example of your talent!

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    Paula 6 weeks ago from Beautiful Upstate New York

    Linda....Thanks for stopping by!

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    Linda Crampton 6 weeks ago from British Columbia, Canada

    This is a powerful poem, Paula. Thank you for sharing it. Homelessness is a sad problem that desperately needs a solution.

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    Paula 7 weeks ago from Beautiful Upstate New York

    Thanks Eddy...good to have you back. Even though I may be bailing soon...LOL It's a very VERY different site from the "old days."

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    Eiddwen 7 weeks ago from Wales

    Oh Paula so heart tugging and so real. You have breathed feeling into each word . It touched me for several reasons and thank goodness I decided to return to you all.

    Take care and lots of love from my little corner of Wales.

    Eddy.

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    Paula 7 weeks ago from Beautiful Upstate New York

    Hi Alun.....You truly GET THIS.....as I hoped to be able to express it. Thank you for being you and sharing your thoughts. I appreciate this. Paula

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    Greensleeves Hubs 7 weeks ago from Essex, UK

    Very sad, and a striking comment on society that such poverty can exist, and so close to where people may live in comfort. It's easy to metaphorically sweep problems like this under the carpet, just to not go near that park bench - because if you don't see it, you can pretend it doesn't exist.

    But important to consider, as you do, what goes on in the minds of the homeless. Not just the physical effects of lack of money, cold weather or ill health, but perhaps the tragic memories of a happier life in the past which they now have no hope of reclaiming. Alun

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    Paula 8 weeks ago from Beautiful Upstate New York

    Manatita ....I appreciate your input. Thank you & I wish you a good day!. Paula

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    manatita44 8 weeks ago from london

    Great poetry. You paint the picture well. They fall for the good in us to rise; to awaken the Consciousness ... so necessary to heal the Soul. Excellent take!

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    Paula 2 months ago from Beautiful Upstate New York

    Hi Nell......Why, yes this did come from my heart~~Is there any other way to write? Love ya, Paula

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    Nell Rose 2 months ago from England

    Oh wow! Paula! so strong and so true! that came from the heart didn't it? what a great poem, nice one!

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    Paula 2 months ago from Beautiful Upstate New York

    "living ALONE".....not along....however both are accurate. I'm obsessive about typos! Well OK, typos & a lot of other things.

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    Paula 2 months ago from Beautiful Upstate New York

    Well Mike, Thank you so much for the gracious complement. Such kindness has been scarce....living along means I have to boost my own ego & tell myself how wonderful I am. ( I may overdo it a bit~I asked myself out the other night..:) What a bummer. I came home alone...................Take care, Mike! Paula

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    mckbirdbks 2 months ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

    Hello Paula - I have read this piece a couple of times now. You managed to capture a loneliness that is widely known but not relayed with such grace. So many have fallen through the ever widening mesh of the safety net.

    Beyond that, this is poignant, relevant and rewarding.

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    Paula 2 months ago from Beautiful Upstate New York

    Larry & Debangee.........So nice of you to stop by with sweet comments! Thanks.

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    Larry Rankin 2 months ago from Oklahoma

    Wonderful read!

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    DEBANGEE MANDAL 2 months ago from India

    A talented piece of touching poem . Keep it up!

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    Paula 2 months ago from Beautiful Upstate New York

    Randy, Yves, Flourish and Chris.....So good to see you all and I thank you for your sincere remarks. We have so much to be grateful for, especially wonderful friends....Here's to the simple things in life. Hugs & Peace.

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    Chris Mills 2 months ago from St. Louis, MO until the end of June, 2017

    It's all right there in front of us and not so far away, isn't it? You've captured the emotion of helplessness of those who observe the homeless and have no clue what to do about it.

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    FlourishAnyway 2 months ago from USA

    Beautifully expressed. You have a real talent for poetry. Many people are a paycheck or two away from the streets.

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    savvydating 2 months ago

    Homelessness can happen to anyone, if fate sees to it to break our hearts. A beautiful poem, Paula. You delivered this piece so well. Thank you for tackling this difficult subject with such finesse and compassion. You have moved many hearts, hopefully to act in some small way to ease the pain of our fellow man.

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    Randi Benlulu 2 months ago from Mesa, AZ

    So beautifully expressed and such a sad situation. What a shame that homelessness is so prevalent in our country. Thank you for sharing and reminding us.

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    Paula 2 months ago from Beautiful Upstate New York

    Bro, Anne, pop, Ruby, Vasantha & Dora.....For all of us who see this void in society, & know what came before~may we always strive to bring hope & comfort to these forgotten souls, until their lives are repaired. Not one man should suffer in a country of plenty.

    It is never enough to see with our eyes....until we act with our hearts.

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    Dora Isaac Weithers 2 months ago from The Caribbean

    Thanks for reminding us that these human beings are there even though we may not see them more than five hundred steps from our doors. God poem, Paula, and very meaningful.

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    vasantha T k 2 months ago from Bangalore

    Nice poem, we need to just pray to Almighty to give strength to those homeless and hopeless to bear and hope for the better days and bring smiles on their faces.

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    Ruby Jean Fuller 2 months ago from Southern Illinois

    Oh Paula, this is so sad but a reality in most every town. I wonder how this can happen in our land of plenty? " And beg for a dime from men wearing silk. " is the line that should open our eye's. Beautiful poetry that sends a message, if only ears will listen?

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    breakfastpop 2 months ago

    The homeless and hopeless are everywhere, whether it's just a block beyond a posh Manhattan street or a block from the beach. Far too many of us shut our eyes to the sadness on their faces.

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    Anne 2 months ago from Spain

    Dear Paula.

    There but for the grace of god ! Who knows how many of us could end up on that bench 500 steps from your front door. xx

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    Bill Holland 2 months ago from Olympia, WA

    I think, Sis, this really sums up what many of us feel about the homeless. These are real people, not cardboard cutouts, and each of them had a life, has memories, had dreams, living, breathing souls ignored, forgotten, lost....I don't have a solution but I do have heartache. Thank you for writing this, dear lady.

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    Paula 2 months ago from Beautiful Upstate New York

    Manatita, Martie, Jodah,Shannon, Maria & Devika....I thank each of you for your thoughtful comments. I hope my words will awaken those who are unable to see the pain & the loss, mere steps away from where we have comforts. We can offer so much.

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    Devika Primić 2 months ago from Dubrovnik, Croatia

    It is sad! In Croatia there are no homeless people. Such situations are sometimes forgotten and not even helped. You opened a great topic here.

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    Maria Jordan 2 months ago from Jeffersonville PA

    I'm sitting on that bench crying with you, dear Paula.

    Your words are evidence of your big heart. Love you, Maria

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    Shannon 2 months ago from Texas

    You made me think of the homeless camps in Dallas that have become such an issue for the city. They forcefully shut one down that was located under a group of underpasses, but because most of these people ended up with no place else to go, despite advocate groups trying to help, the camps have just relocated. It all saddens me. Probably because I have been close to where these people are. Not every homeless individual is an alcoholic, felon, or a drug addict. The issues surrounding them are so complacated; it can't be fixed overnight. Yet people want quick solutions and seem to forget the homeless are human beings.

    Great poem, Paula. A picture painted with a lot of emotion. Despite what I just said and the strong feelings I have bout that, when reading your poem, I can't decide whether to feel bad for the homeless or sad that so much trash is everywhere. But, you are right, it is a lot like a war. The sad thing is so many fighting it are veterans themselves and the ones who should be defending them are fighting against them.

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    John Hansen 2 months ago from Queensland Australia

    I love this, Paula. So full of feeling and well crafted. "Five hundred steps from my front door".. I would have made that the title of the poem. Good work.

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    Martie Coetser 2 months ago from South Africa

    Oh, what a sad picture! You make me feel guilty because I normally freak out about the trash before realizing that the homeless don't even have a dustbin! What to do about the poor? Down here the government threatens to take without compensation from those who have, and to give it to the poor.

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    manatita44 2 months ago from london

    Yes, life has a sad face too. A vivid tale. Thanks Paula.

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