John A. Hancock

Rookie (July 1st 1963 / Toronto)

An Empty Bed - Poem by John A. Hancock

An empty bed lies in wait
Just a wooden bench cover'd in icy snow
The last refuge for a homeless person
Who has no where else to go
It is a troubling view to gaze upon
Tiny footprints trace the fallen snow
From curious critters who pause to stare upon
The huddled figure shivering from head to toe
The stars shine upon this tragic scene
Their celestial presence the occupant cannot see
For some where in a dream of a toasty fire
This tortured soul finally was set free
They are now shelter'd
Within the warmth of God's embrace
While the bench still sits waiting
For another to fill the empty space

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 28, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 29, 2011

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