Eric Cockrell

Homelessness In Winter - Poem by Eric Cockrell

back about 30 years ago,
living on the streets in Charlotte...
finally found a job... was lucky enough
to have a place to take a shower...

sleeping in the backseat of a broke
down Ford Maverick... cold winter...
got up and walked 4 miles to work
every morning,4 miles 'home' in the

went on for a couple months before
i got a place to live...

so yes i know what homelessness
feels like...and i cant help thinking
about all the empty foreclosed houses....
empty houses, homeless people....

back then, even if you couldnt find a
real job, they had a place where you
could go and line up to do day work...
worked all day for about 25 dollars...
if you couldnt do that, you could always
sell blood.... i dont know what they do
now....i just know it's a hard life...and if
you've got family, got kids...

something to think about the next time
you see a homeless person walking the

Comments about Homelessness In Winter by Eric Cockrell

  • Jacqui Broad (12/8/2011 11:09:00 AM)

    It is a very sad poem, sir. Every day I see homeless people, and it is really heartbreaking. Nobody deserves to be without a home, or at least without a warm blanket, a warm plate of food. And yet, there are people who can help, but choose to throw away aid by gambling every night, and laugh it off about how much money they have lost around the poker table. Yes, it's a cruel world we live in. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 8, 2011

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