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Someone Forgotten

An acrostic poem entry

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Comment from tempeste
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Ciao mystery poet , I gave you your 8th vote.

When we think of poor people we tend to think of those in Africa or the third world people ..

The truth is that there is also a tremendous lot of misery in our own western countries .. homeless that roam our cities , our streets... most invisible to those on their way to working , enjoying shopping , having a good time.

I don't go often to the city ( before lockdown) but i can't pretend to not see a person asking for money..

.. my cousin tries to pull me away , says I'm wasting my money ..they'll just go spend it on drugs or booze ..

I instead prefer to give them the benefit of the doubt and leave money ...

Kudos to this homeless woman in the pic who is feeding the birds ...despite the hardships of life , she shares what little she has with them ..

there is so much to learn from her gesture.



 Comment Written 23-May-2020


reply by the author on 23-May-2020
    I am so glad this piece resonated with you. Thank you for sharing your insights and for the vote. It is much appreciated.
Comment from Marjon van Bruggen
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Yes, this is so wrong, so sad, so inhuman. The poem is written perfectly with the right sarcastic last line: "Not my problem, right?"It makes one think: so, whose problem is it then? Certainly NOT the poor abandoned one. What are we taught? Love and compassion! Yes...that makes it everyone's problem. Mine too.

 Comment Written 21-May-2020


reply by the author on 21-May-2020
    Thank you so much for sharing your insights!
reply by Marjon van Bruggen on 21-May-2020
    You are so welcome.
Comment from Y. M. Roger
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You know, years ago back in new Orleans, there were two 'homeless' ladies that were always in Audubon where I would study most afternoons. Nana loved to talk about the blue jays - said they could talk to her... some days she was coherent, some days she would just mumble. Adira (spelling?) preferred to just hang around and make inane comments... The shelter I volunteered for tried constantly to get them to stay: they would eat meals there but staunchly refused to stay overnight. Know it doesn't apply to everyone, but sometimes, folks are where they are by choice.
A beautiful offering for the contest - best of luck at the polls! ;)

 Comment Written 21-May-2020


reply by the author on 21-May-2020
    You?re right. Sometimes they don?t want the help. But if they do, we try to lend a hand. Thanks for dropping by to share your thoughts.