She walks the same as anyone
She wanted to ride the bus
But she couldn’t afford one
It’s that time of year for her car
The light is on and it won’t drive far
Not without money anyway
Her life feels like a still pond
Beauty reflects from her
But she has no magic wand
To make a swan swim
Or a sunset to remind of him
Not without his heart anyway
Her blanket fell to the floor
She asked for water to drink
Then she walked out the door
It didn’t matter which direction
Living like that has no conviction
Not without hope anyway
Mark Lecuona (author) from Austin, Texas on May 16, 2018:
Thank you Nikki... I've had two encounters with homeless people in the past 72 hours. Both times I spoke to them and it had an impact on my so I wrote about it. The other one is one I called, "Jesus on the Corner."
I gave "Jesus" some baked chicken from the grocery store. He was an older man. He was thankful and said he'd pray for me. We talked a bit about the weather and he seemed like a regular fellow without any prospects. I told him I wished I could do more... what can you do except have a heart when the chance arises...
Nikki Khan from London on May 15, 2018:
Marvellous and heart touching poetry on homelessness.
There are many women we find everyday begging for help, the situation is getting worse everyday.