Homeless man I watched you
line a deserted doorway,
your Maytag boxes cardboard monuments
in Fed Ex labels
and signs pointing 'This Side Up',
stark reminders of what is,
and what could be,
but for the grace of God.
I wondered if I wished hard enough,
a Fed Ex truck might spirit you away
on a magic carpet ride
to where you wouldn't be invisible
for those who take the time
to look and really see
to where someone would offer
you a job with no Catch 22,
first telling you to shower
and have clean clothes,
and you with no money for either
without a job.
I wished. I prayed.
But for the grace of God go I.
Ah, A subject I too Have set about to address in my - We the Unencumbered - a must read. Adeline
Double wow. I thought you captured the essence of being a homeless man. It held my attention to the very last line. I love the way you tell a story in your work....
Wow. This is really good! You've chosen to address something that is too often ignored in life today, and you do so with a passion. Can i ask, was this inspired by a real encounter, or just a passing thought? Love your stuff! Steve
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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