Ray Quesada

A Homeless Man - Poem by Ray Quesada

Those cold hands sheltered in his lap...
A simple life chosen to live, perhaps?
Could no bed be offered though?
Not even a chair?
In that desolate, gray street of the city
frozen like ice, but still calmly sitting
a cigarette is lit
and- smoking, fretting, spitting -
he makes his retreat from human affairs

And so, another lonely story
without any care
shoots a puffy white cloud
of smoke in the air
and I can't help but stare...
at all of his dreams
briefly lingering there
as he disappears
leaving the cold, winter road seem
so quiet
and bare.

And the sun in the sky is
In my eyes as it rises
I look at this guy
As he tries not to cry his
Heart out...
Sometimes we drive by
even though he needs help
The indifference within
is a sin in itself
Only focused on the ladders
we climb and we climb
And Heaven forbid
if you're not to work on time

Maybe he's hungry; he very well could be sad
Maybe bad luck's all the luck that he's had
Perhaps he was rich and traded stocks for big cash
'till the whole market crashed
- fortune gone in a flash
Maybe he thought,
'In America, land of Prosperity,
With so many Christian hearts filled with Sincerity
Surely someone will lead me back to the fun
I'll repay them their kindness - no harm will be done…'

'…But in the Home of the Brave and the greatest of lands
Not one single man will lend me a hand...
When an insult and pocket change is all that I find
In my sweet home America - I must've lost my mind! '

I see the sun in your eyes,
in the sky as it rises
Remember my friend,
life is full of surprises
And one day…
You may find yourself standing next to him

Beggin' for bucks; beggin' for change;
Down on your luck; down in the drain;
Lookin' aroun' with a frown on your face
Cuz you ran outta gas
and now your ass is sittin' out of the race
Could you ever let go of the stuff you don't need?
Or, is it deep in your bones and the blood that you bleed?
did you read the fine print in your contract on the day
you signed your soul and life away?

if you ever see a lonely story
Without any care
cold wind in his hair
Mmaybe his thumb in the air...
Stare if you dare
but, consider it fair - -
Fairly likely that one day
It could be little
old you
standing there.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

i've edited my poem here to include the song version of the entire poem. when i first wrote it years ago, it was just the begining part - but then a year or so ago i found the poem and revised it to be a complete song - just me and my acoustic-

Comments about A Homeless Man by Ray Quesada

  • (4/10/2014 1:07:00 AM)

    Dear Ray: You do appear to be a sweet, sensitive soul and I think you should continue to write, as I 'm sure you get enjoyment from it. You are, however, not a poet. If you want to try to understand why you're not, read John Ciardi's wonderful book, HOW DOES A POEM MEAN. All the best. V.E. Perkins, Ph.D. (Report) Reply

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  • Patricia Grantham (4/9/2013 12:42:00 PM)

    A Dynamic write Ray, The plight of the homeless is a situation we may all find ourselves
    faced with one day. You really portrayed the homeless in a very distinct way. God bless you
    for this eye opening piece of poetry. I too wrote a piece on the homeless. Feel free to take
    a peek and comment if you would like to. Most appreciative.
    (Report) Reply

  • (12/8/2012 6:38:00 AM)

    Yes, it's a song for the ages, we might just feel a little compassion at Xmas, but come January it's every man for himself! (Report) Reply

  • Ruby Honeytip (11/18/2012 6:24:00 AM)

    I reckon that's the type of song that would bring a tear to a girls eye x (Report) Reply

  • (11/8/2012 11:21:00 PM)

    I really like this poem - it's very touching, speaks right to the soul of the reader - and in a way that is clever, and with completely logical arguments - a deep and relevant poem - very punk rock. (Report) Reply

  • (10/16/2012 11:21:00 PM)

    An amazing piece of work. It's interesting, seeing life through another's eyes - and, here, you have done an impressive job of showing us just the way it is. Thanks. (Report) Reply

  • (10/10/2012 7:27:00 PM)

    one of humanity's greatest sins againt itself! (Report) Reply

  • Alex Sarich (10/8/2012 3:49:00 PM)

    great write, its real life and that is real poetry. Good read. (Report) Reply

  • Asif Andalib (10/4/2012 3:15:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem dear Ray (Report) Reply

  • (10/4/2012 2:53:00 AM)

    A nice write with good visuals (which are my favourite type... all his dreams go up in smoke...) compassion for those that life just stroll by...yet you stopped and noticed, an observer is the only good poet to me feel free to read any of mine.... tyvm karen (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 4, 2012

Poem Edited: Sunday, October 28, 2012

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