Homeless people often have to sleep huddled in shop doorways,
Trying to keep warm In winter time, many freeze and die.
People just don’t see them, it’s like there invisible people carry on
With what the're doing take no notice look the other way and walk on by.
I have often thought it strange that if they were stranded far out at sea
I could use my phone, ring for a life boat, off to the rescue they’d dash,
All the brave men in life boats wouldn’t think twice of risking their own lives,
They’d send for helicopters to help them search, without thoughts of cost or cash.
Yet there is no doorway rescue service, the homeless are seen as worthless,
People just look the other way, except for small children who stop and stare
Many homeless people have some form of disability or mental illness,
Many are ex forces, to old to serve to proud to beg and on one seems to care.
A contest entry
- Doors by CarCrashHumor.
1200 points, ended June 1, 2008, 32 entries
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Comments
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yes homelessness is such a tough issue these days...
it's good to see someone caring! and I love your take on the prompt; it's very creative -
There are a some spelling mistakes which destract the reader. The spelling check won't catch the words because they are spelled correctly, you've used the wrong form of the word. Example: they're, too, and I'm unsure of what the last part of the last sentence means. "Yet, should have a comma behind it." The poem really touched me with the content, overall. Nice. Shancy.
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this is a huge problem, hopefully someday solved, and worth writing about, great write, good luck in the contest
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