Chopped Prose Poem by DAVID GERARDINO
Chopped Prose
Rating: ★5.0
THINGS i find a bit odd,
my mom who died of
old age, has a place to
sleep, and a place of her
own, and the homeless or
working, have no place
to sleep..................and
some times, nothing to
eat, , , , , , , , , , , ,
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: mom,sleep
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8/28/2026 10:49:28 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Interesting thought, David..but of which home do you speak of though...here, as in an empty housesnce your mom's pasing& that a homeless person could be living in? Or, her final resting place & new home that holds no time or motgage...? Either way, David, this is a fine Write...Great concept! frank