Poetry: The Homeless Man
While I am writing posts daily for the 30-day challenge on procrastination, I will still be sharing poems, short stories, book reviews, or other posts from time to time. I don’t want to push myself too hard, but I do want to stop procrastinating on sharing my poems and getting in the habit of typing up things that have been in my notebooks for too long. This is one of them.
The Homeless Man
Alone because his wife is gone.
He walks slowly looking for a companion.
Someone just to give him a smile, lend an ear, offer some help.
No one ever says hello.
His heart is saddened with each step.
Walking alone on the streets of many.
Looking at the young men playing basketball,
he thinks of his son.
The one he lost so many years ago.
He remembers the good times.
He has forgotten the bad times.
He has forgotten much of life.
He wonders if today would be a good day to call.
Patch up the broken past.
Allow new memories to be made.
Waiting for that moment, he walks on in his journey.
Walking aimlessly.
What will he do now?
Who will he see?
Where will he go?
Reflection
I wrote this in my 20s after talking with a homeless man about how the got there, what he would do next, and what he’s observed about how folks treated him. I love to learn from others and hear their stories. I think so often we misjudge folks who look certain ways or have certain circumstances. If we just took a few minutes, we could learn so much about the world around us.
Shell Vera 