Bob Gibson

Rookie (25 April 1946 / Billingham County Durham)

Does Anyone Care - Poem by Bob Gibson

Way below the city street
Where rats and the down-an-out do meet
The homeless, junkies, tramps and kids
Heating food on dustbin lids

Another night, another score
Still the junkie cries out for more
Cowing in a cardboard box
Frightened and weary like a fox

Kids cast out from there home
On the streets, just left to roam
Tramps they move from place to place
All wearing the same old face

Homeless people! does anyone care
Out in to space they stare
Foraging, for things to eat
Their bed tonight, an old park seat

What keeps them going? some are old!
A greatcoat protects them from the cold
They live this way each day and night
in our view, but not in our sight

Do you look in their eyes when they plead?
Do you see anothers need?
Are they asleep or are they dead?
Will you! a tear shed!

Comments about Does Anyone Care by Bob Gibson

  • (6/1/2009 7:03:00 AM)

    With people city-bred it isn't a matter of time alone, Bob...a matter of mind tell a truth bitter, blatant on everyone's face there...thanks...10 (Report) Reply

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  • (2/27/2009 9:53:00 AM)

    everything is so mechanized...almost robotic...your poem definitely jolts us to reality, drwas us back to our humanly roots (Report) Reply

  • Fay Slimm (11/3/2008 8:26:00 AM)

    Your title asks a very pertinent question here Bob - and the whole piece pulls at the heartstrings because just about everywhere are these poor unfortunates. They seem to live in a parallel world and everyone else goes on their own busy way as though on another planet. the problem seems immense. Thanks for putting it forward for all readers to see and give pause for thought. (Report) Reply

  • (9/25/2008 7:21:00 AM)

    good poem! 10/10 (Report) Reply

  • Sarwar Chowdhury (7/13/2008 2:33:00 PM)

    ..said the truth. no one care in this earth. Everyone pouring oil their own machine.
    Fine poem!
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  • (6/18/2008 9:42:00 AM)

    Does anyone care? Good question! I have spent many of moments observing my surroundings, and with that said the people within them. Sad it is that so much is overlooked or just plain ignored these days. People just seem so busy, to busy to smell the roses, or notice the child swingin' and laughing at the park. To be so oblivious to me is like living with little purpose, and may I never become so unreal.. Umm I'll shush now *smiles* Amazing write here Bob. As always my pleasure to read: D (Report) Reply

  • (4/12/2008 2:27:00 PM)

    Hearing you... keep writing them One Peace at a Time...
    and by the way.... welcome to PH
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 12, 2008

Poem Edited: Monday, July 14, 2008

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