The homeless man goes everywhere
But nowhere in particular
He wants a home
But finds none
The park bench is his bed,
And the old bag his pillow.
All alone and lost in the city of light
There is no home but gloom,
Nothing but the dog of despair
A phenomenon that haunts him everyday.
The homeless man is a desperate soul
The poorest of the poor
Struggling for survival in this ancient land
Sleeping under the stars
As providence looks down on him
Watching over his every move,
Out of sight of ordinary mortals!
Yet, beyond the city lights
Darkness covers the land
A sense of loneliness overwhelms him
As he searches in vain for a place
Amongst the refugees and migrants;
In the cold heart of the concrete jungle
Home is nothing but a distant dream. Grim reality!
Not even the sun can warm
His lonely heart (nor dry his tears),
Only true love and care will do!
Copyright © Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo 2005
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The Gentle Neophyte
16 years ago
3 comments:
hmm soudns like an eric clapton blues thing!
The images are strong, as if you have a particular homeless man in mind. The only words that stopped were "concrete jungle" which made me think of an old movie. You have a clear poetic voice. The pink on your page takes away from it.
Thank you for a serious and studied poem about a real person.
smiles,
me-Liz
Liz
Thanks for the great insight and reflections on the poem.
The phenomenon of homelessness is a fundamental problem for the new migrants and refugees.
Keep smiling!
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