Homeless

by rita   May 27, 2007


A cold doorway for a shelter
an empty box for a bed
a scrap of food of the streets
is all what there is to eat

a lost soul waiting to be found
someones child has gone under ground
waiting for someones love
and a hand to take then up above

a child waiting to be loved
and taken in for careing
a child abused in the past
how long could this child last

living in boxes in shop doorways
eating scraps of food
please spare a thought
for this homeless one
its not really his/her own fault

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  • 17 years ago

    by rita

    I will try in future poems but i do thank you for the input

  • 17 years ago

    by BECCA lessTHANthree

    This is a very sad poem but i think you did nicely with it..

    in this line "is all what there is to eat" it doesnt make sense i think maybe you meant to write "is all [that] there is to eat"

    also in the last line you shouldn't put "him/her" that makes this poem seem more like an informative essay or something.. you could do something more general like "its not really [[their]] fault"

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