He was standing
in the middle of the highway
in mid-January, in the cold
in a decent-looking coat
probably donated
Holding a tattered cardboard sign
with three words
I squint through the fog
to read his message
“Homeless”
“Hungry”
....
I couldn’t quite read the
last word
'Go...'
“Godless”
Did he write “Godless? ”
Wow, I thought
Well I can’t really blame him
I can only imagine
his pain and suffering
As my cab approached
and passed him by
I realized how dark my vision
to have come to this
sad conclusion
I was mistaken, I confess
His last word was actually
two words:
“God Bless”
© 2010 Sonya Florentino
Very poignant. A poem portrait worth remembering. No one should have to beg for food, clothing and shelter.10/10 for this compelling message. Love, Sandra
blessed are the ones that have homes and that 'hunt away' their hunger...beautiful presentaton Sonya...symbolic and hard on hard truth...10
A very touching message Sonya...I agree with you, blessings from someone in his situation merit help..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful write reveling the benignancy alive within a so called beggar too. Hardships make our hearts more mellow and kind. Best wishes.