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Homeless

Peter Griffin
Peter Griffin

She drapes her worn blanket over her tired shoulders

Daunting as that task is it gets done with great pain

The fire in her dark and smudged face as anger smolders

Unaffected by the looks and jeers at her body so ragged

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Everyone that passes her way creates a deep tension

Causing her to grip ever more tightly her tin pan employment

When they give her some pay it will be her daily real pension

Passersby think she is lazy, a ne’er do well who is threatening

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Color coordinated clothing that she dons each day with care

They are the perfect match even though they are her only choice

Her heart is pure and tender like a kitten. Try her love if you dare.

She has earned the wisdom that you hear tales of true triumph

Tell me, is this unsightly?

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© Carol Campbell 2015

3 Word Wednesday
3 Word Wednesday

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Prompt Words:

Ragged

Threatening

Unsightly

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Published by: writersdream9

I have been writing all my life but for the most part, it has been a secret. My parents did not believe writing was a good way to earn money so I hid my poems. Then one day, I wanted to comment on an essay that a friend had written and found myself with a blog. That quiet whisper inside said, "You can write your poetry and no one will ever know.". I knew nothing of followers and the like at that time. So, here I am trying to learn my craft and enjoying every moment of it. My personal details are, I'm 57, married for 39 years, have one grown son who is God's gift to us and last but not least at all, I'm a Baha'i which basically means that I love all humanity.

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  2. wow!! what a story and what a lesson!! who are we to despise another’s low state when we can’t say we know our own fate – but for the grace of god. two song’s come to mind: 1) what if god were one of us (joan osborne);
    2) aqualung (jethro tull)

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  4. Thanks for stopping by and commenting on my poem which was also about a homeless woman, but of a very different type–proud, active, and enigmatic. I did have a little trouble finding you. Keep writing!

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