A sign that said "will work for food"
He held with dingy hands
His coat was torn and tattered
and his long hair hung in strands...

The hope had left his face long ago-
He merely sought to exist
As peole judged him unfairly
yelling profanities; shaking their fists.

He had heard every possible remark
That anyone could make
And somedays his heart broke so bad
It was more than he could take.

See he didnt used to be this way
He had a home and a wife,
His children made good grades in school
He lived a "normal" life.

But he had gone off to fight a war-
To keep our country free
For The very people who shunned and scorned
And yelled out profanity.

But the bombs they dropped were dirty
and the medical care was late
and his mind was a scattered puzzle
of pieces he just couldnt place.

He lost his job and then his wife
His home he could not afford
And soon all he owned was lost as well
And now he holds this board.

Depending on kindness of strangers
Wishing it didnt have to be this way
He has no voice to say all the things
He wishes we'd let him say

Dont judge a book by its cover
For the story inside just may be
But were it not for mercy
That could at anytime be you or me.

so true!!!!!

as the man sites in the corner by a door to keep warmth, hes to proud to ask for shelter, as there is always a dream yet to come, as a journey will take a few to also listen, as poverty can often take your voice and dignity, feeling there is no justice in the eye, holding a dime in your hand shows the riches in your eyes, and yet you never know it can change a life

thankyou for writing that,..

more people should be poets and actually feel what they write... there is hopevfor humanity u prove it ....nice write

Thank you very much-
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GEL

Very true and very real...sad topic but you handled it with grace...nice job.