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Array ( [sid] => 109613 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Homeless. [time] => 2005-11-12 22:58:30 [hometext] => Do we do enough to help homeless people. [bodytext] => How would you like to be me?
living on the street,
begging all day, some people sneer,
spending my days in anguish and fear,
scruffy clothes, holes in my sock's,
sleeping at night, in an old cardboard box,
how would you like to be me?

Tired and cold, spirits broken,
all through the night being woken,
go to the centre for a meal,
coughing and wheezing constantly ill,
this is through no fault of my own,
lost my family, lost my home,
How would you like to be me?

Its cold in the winter, no where to go,
praying to God it doesn't snow,
wishing that on Christmas day,
I had a place I could stay,
people rushing here and there,
going past without a care,
shivering and cold, in a shop door,
my head is aching, feet so sore,
How would you like to be me.

Sometime's feel my heart is broken,
having to sleep with one eye open,
when your indoors safe and warm,
the rain is falling, there's a thunder storm,
Im walking the streets wet and cold,
I could be young, I could be old,
count your blessings, think of me,
begging for a cup of tea,
How would you like to be me?

I know that I may look a thug,
you think we are all high on drugs,
this is not always the case,
hope this is something, you never face,
so if you see me hope you will,
spare some change for a meal,
there for the grace of God go I,
How would you like to be me? [comments] => 3 [counter] => 213 [topic] => 31 [informant] => lillyjane [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
Homeless.

Contributed by lillyjane on Saturday, 12th November 2005 @ 10:58:30 PM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry



How would you like to be me?
living on the street,
begging all day, some people sneer,
spending my days in anguish and fear,
scruffy clothes, holes in my sock's,
sleeping at night, in an old cardboard box,
how would you like to be me?

Tired and cold, spirits broken,
all through the night being woken,
go to the centre for a meal,
coughing and wheezing constantly ill,
this is through no fault of my own,
lost my family, lost my home,
How would you like to be me?

Its cold in the winter, no where to go,
praying to God it doesn't snow,
wishing that on Christmas day,
I had a place I could stay,
people rushing here and there,
going past without a care,
shivering and cold, in a shop door,
my head is aching, feet so sore,
How would you like to be me.

Sometime's feel my heart is broken,
having to sleep with one eye open,
when your indoors safe and warm,
the rain is falling, there's a thunder storm,
Im walking the streets wet and cold,
I could be young, I could be old,
count your blessings, think of me,
begging for a cup of tea,
How would you like to be me?

I know that I may look a thug,
you think we are all high on drugs,
this is not always the case,
hope this is something, you never face,
so if you see me hope you will,
spare some change for a meal,
there for the grace of God go I,
How would you like to be me?




Copyright © lillyjane ... [ 2005-11-12 22:58:30]
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Re: Homeless. (User Rating: 1 )
by sick_n_twisted on Sunday, 13th November 2005 @ 12:02:50 AM AEST
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holy...this poem is so sad...if i ever seen a homeless person i'd help them as much i could. i wish there was more help for the poverty i feel so bad.i really loved this poem
GOOD WRITE

Dee,


Re: Homeless. (User Rating: 1 )
by maestar on Monday, 14th November 2005 @ 01:41:32 PM AEST
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very true, I have a homeless man liveing in my town centre.
you have made me want to go and give him money now.

great write.


Re: Homeless. (User Rating: 1 )
by Manda2 on Monday, 5th December 2005 @ 08:30:32 AM AEST
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A very good write Lillyjane, it makes you think about all the poor souls freezing at Christmas. We should all put our hand in our pockets and give them a few bob when they're sitting on the street corners, they don't do it for fun.
Brilliant write!




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