Penthouse Pauper
Man on a street corner, begging for some dough, From the looks of his clothes, he hasn't much to show. Pauper from the hood, opportunity he used to own, Time stands still for him now, as he exists sadly alone. Another day in paradise, while others just pass him by, Cold, brutal nights alone, his eyes fixed on the line of the sky. Big cities bring big possibilities, but failure hits harder as well, He once traded on wall street, before plummeting to this hell. The friends he thought he had, are simply nowhere to be found, Now he begs for every meal, on streets where paradise used to abound.
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Cecilia Crasto commented:
I was just about to post my poem..."Homeless and Alone" but it is amazingly similar to your poem, I've decided to submit another instead, and hold on to it for a later date, perhaps all poets think alike! Really enjoyed the poem, true words indeed.
juwon okunade
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;)
Christopher Russon
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Lovely poem.
Sad but does happen.
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Thanks Christopher. Wanted to try a different topic for a change, something outside of MY usual topics.
Edward shields
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Poems about homeless people. Hard to write.
