
My take on https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2023/07/15/weekend-writing-prompt-320-dejected/
Dejected, alone,
without a permanent home,
strangers
they will either frown,
or pity me
as they look down.
Dejected, alone,
without a room
to take for my own.
No money, food,
just a
sleeping bag,
if I am lucky,
or a box to keep
safe in.
Moved on to another place,
if they
do not like my face.
Dejected, alone,
without someone
who will be glad
I am still living.
So sad! A great poem Diana 🙂
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Thank you, I think more needs to be done, especially when there are inside areas not used.
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So touching Diana
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Thank you 😊
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👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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A pathetic situation, poor souls.
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A poignant poem indeed, I cannot imagine what that must be like.
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It is becoming normal to see more homeless people on the streets, and there must be something we can do.
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A heartbreaking poem, Diana 😢
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