Phyllis Strong


Destitute - Poem by Phyllis Strong

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Another night without anything to eat
no heat in the house,
no shoes for their feet.

You wander the streets
where will you sleep?
You dig in the trash;
for something to eat.

Dwell under a bridge,
in tent or in box
defecate in a hole;
that’s home of a fox.

Beg for some change
from those in your same boat,
Winter is coming;
you need a warm coat.

Sell your precious body
for the green dollar bill
taking any drug;
for a pain you can’t kill.

Right here in America.

Let me not end,
on such a sad note;
Jesus Christ is the answer,
He’ll give you hope.


Comments about Destitute by Phyllis Strong

  • Bronze Star - 2,340 Points Smoky Hoss (11/22/2011 3:32:00 PM)

    Very good and thoughtful poem. (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 3,665 Points Dave Walker (11/22/2011 2:20:00 PM)

    Great poem, really like it. A great poem.
    May i invite you to read my new poem called,
    Life for the living. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, November 23, 2011


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