Thoughts Of A Homeless Man Poem by Patricia Darcy

Thinking of the sad and homeless people in the world and how they must feel

THOUGHTS OF A HOMELESS MAN

As I huddle in a doorway,
Away from the cold night air,
You hurry by, with head held high,
Do you even see me there?

Do you know that I am human,
As you cast your glance away?
Do you care that I am homeless?
If you do, you never say.

Once you threw a copper,
Like a crumb thrown to a bird
But you never gave me comfort
With a word.

I have feelings, just like you,
I sometimes smile, or cry
But just like I am nothing,
You pass by.

I remember, long ago,
I hurried passed like you
Without a glance or kindly word
I had too much to do.

Then fate changed the way things were
I found myself alone.
Then I lost my well paid job
And with that went my home.

So as you hurry passed once more,
Oblivious to my sigh
Slows down, for once, and remember.
'THERE BUT FOR THE GRACE OF GOD GO I'