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Tuesday, April 20, 2010
4:09 PM | 
Posted by
JJackoM
This is just a short poem I have written about the plights of the homeless. Although parallels could be drawn to the way a lot of people live their life closed off alone to the world. After rereading i actually added the last verse i was going to leave it at two and have him die in the end though i thought the connection with everyone, I had to add to it.
He now hears the chimes, he counts down the clock
Now is the times, where people refuse to stop
Walk past, walk fast, no one's hear to help
A crying man, a dieing man, is loosing his health
Cold, alone, faced with life on the streets
Matches and blankets his only source of heat
A man left to rot, frozen and wasted in the cold
Now sleep my man sleep, and awaken no more
You may think of the homeless, as did I once to
But a second look and it could mean me or you
Do some of us not shut ourselves off, live within our own
A house is a house, until we open the doors, then it is a home
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