Homeless Poem by Eric Cockrell
Homeless
nowhere to go...
from bridge to alley,
maybe a tent.
barrel fire, robbing the trash,
a little something to eat
that nobody else wanted...
panhandle a cup of coffee,
maybe bum a smoke...
hope to hell it dont snow today.
the shelter's full,
the soup kitchen aint open yet....
nowhere to go.
houses with curtains & plates
give way to vacant buildings....
children's voices echo the sound
of rats scurrying in the dark...
no woman, no God...
only an old half-blind
stray dog
following, following....
nowhere to go...
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8/28/2026 12:20:47 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
I venture to say you know about it from a point of view that cannot be disputed and one that is very passionate concerning the way. So sad and so real..... I have slept in large cardboard boxes some nights and was so glad to have that. I was not alone in that world.... I don't think one ever is, even though it is lonely. Jim