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A poem about the plight of homeless people

Rosy Gee
Jan 18
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Hello and welcome.

I wrote this poem some years ago when I passed a homeless person on the streets of London and noticed how most people hurried past, choosing not to see the young man huddled in the doorway.

dog on top of person's lap while sitting on ground at daytime
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A Styrofoam cup fished out from a litter bin
Symbolically positioned on the pavement or
Held out in vain hope from a dingy doorway
Shoulders drooping from the weight of the world
In shame, hopelessness, remorse? No one knows

A solitary penny sits at the bottom of the cup
And the owner stoops isolated, alone
Hunched against the cold; belly-ache hungry 
As crowds bustle to and fro, heads bowed
In shame, remorse, disgust? No one knows

Sad and lonely but as people rush past he glimpses
Sneakers and brogues. Stilettos clickety-clack on the paving 
Hurrying, scurrying. To where? No one knows 
A myriad of things to do, places to go, people to see
Choosing not to see the figure hunched in the doorway

Laughter tinkles around the elegant bar; glasses chink 
A good day’s work in the city, well rewarded
Fat cats dine, and wine pours down their well-lubricated throats 
But outside, hunched in the doorway, head bowed
In shame, hopelessness, remorse? No one knows

Swanky high-rise towers rub shoulders in the city skyscape
As million-dollar deals get sealed by well-oiled means
But the solitary penny sits in the Styrofoam cup
Another day of staring straight ahead
And the plight of the homeless remains unsolved

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Do you see homeless people on the streets where you live? Do you wonder how they became homeless?

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This poem was first published on Medium but has been adapted slightly.

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