Homeless

Posted byChristine BoltonPosted inBlog, LifeTags:, , ,

Homeless

Fatigued by a vagabond life
Bones weary from the weather
Clothes threadbare and worn
skin tough as hammered leather
 
A look unmistakable
with eyes forever distant
An existence not of choice
always socially resistant
 
Fame lost in history
and soon forgotten
family ties and love
now decayed and rotten
 
Tattered belongings
A bottle in a brown bag
A dirty old blanket
His only swag
 
The liquor warming
and a welcome treat
soon lost in a whisky haze
This sad life on the street
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Vagabond

Fame

Welcome

Grace is hosting Open Link Night at D'Verse

Image by Ben Kerckx from Pixabay

Follow Poetry For Healing on WordPress.com
(function(d){var f = d.getElementsByTagName(‘SCRIPT’)[0], p = d.createElement(‘SCRIPT’);p.type = ‘text/javascript’;p.async = true;p.src = ‘//widgets.wp.com/platform.js’;f.parentNode.insertBefore(p,f);}(

 


	


	

			

	

		
			Published by Christine Bolton		
	

	

		I have been writing poetry since I was a child and it has helped in the good times and bad times. I am always looking within to find the answers to life's problems and to write thought-provoking poetry and prose.
Thanks for checking it out.
Christine		
	



	



	



			

			23 thoughts on “Homeless”		


		
		
    
					
  1. 
			
		
      
		
    1. 
			
		
      2. 

    

    2. 
		
  2. 
			
		
      
		
    1. 
			
		
        
		
      1. 
			
		
        2. 

      

      2. 

    

    3. 
		
  3. 
			
    
				

				
    
					
    It is such a disheartening thing to see the homeless trying to survive on the street. It is a very helpless feeling to know how to make a difference in these situations.
    

    Like
    
				
    

							
    
		
      
		
    1. 
			
      
				

				
      
					
      It is indeed disheartening and we feel helpless because for many that live this kind of life, there is a mental illness factor that needs special care and attention 😢
      

      Like
      
				
      

							
      
		
      2. 

    

    4. 
		
  4. 
			
		
      
		
    1. 
			
		
      2. 

    

    5. 
		
  5. 
			
		
      
		
    1. 
			
		
      2. 

    

    6. 
		
  6. 
			
    
				

				
    
					
    It breaks my heart to witness the homeless on the streets.. if only the world had more love and compassion.
    

    Like
    
				
    

							
    
		
      
		
    1. 
			
		
      2. 

    

    7. 
		
  7. 
			
		
      
		
    1. 
			
		
      2. 

    

    8. 
		
  8. 
			
		
      
		
    1. 
			
		
      2. 

    

    9. 
		
  9. 
			
		
      
		
    1. 
			
		
      2. 

    

    10. 
		
  10. 
			
		
      
		
    1. 
			
		
      2. 

    

    11. 
		
  11. 
			
		
      
		
    1. 
			
      
				

				
      
					
      Yes Bjorn, I agree.  Not always a mistake either….sometimes the loss of a job, a marriage breakdown and so on.  Sometimes it is mental illness and/or drugs, but not always.  Very sad.
      

      Like
      
				
      

							
      
		
      2. 

    

    12. 
		


					
Comments are closed.