THE HOMELESS DUTY

Here something I just found this evening on a time aged/yellowed spriral lined paper. I wrote it late eighties or early nineties.


THE HOMELESS DUTY

You try so hard to not see me
every morning
Your pace picks up as you pass me by
every morning
BUT THANK GOODNESS- it’s getting easier
But thank goodness- IT’S GETTING EASIER
for you and me

Please take my apology...
for blocking your streets of gold.
Please forgive my humanity...
for bleeding so bold
It’s that I’ve been trampled by Samaritans
the "good ones" I am told
And I’m quite not presentable
to enter the house of the Fold

And you ponder why the Tax Van
hasn’t saved this poor soul
WHY------ you’ve given so much to me
that something must be wrong

You shake your head
I watch your back
and agree
But thank goodness
it’s getting easier
for
you and me