Don’t Know Me ( a poem about the homeless)


I live in the cold
and though my story’s untold
no one wants to know
who I am

Possessions all mine
are all in a line
they easily
fit in a box

I ramble I roam
I scramble no home
mostly to avoid
the cold

I wish you well as you gaze at my shell

indeed warmth I do seek

 
From the outside

you see

a dirty
old me

On your eyes

you rely
here’s my pact
there is more to me
and that’s a fact

Author: moondustwriter

Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. One of the many exciting things I've had the honor of doing is writing and publishing in multiple genres (including education) in E. African for E. Africa. As a writer, it is a thrill to write for children (on all continents) who want to learn. I've been part of the blogging community for more than 13 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2011 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the co-producer of that fast growing blog community. I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers. There are many facets to this moon - my joy is in meeting you!

14 thoughts on “Don’t Know Me ( a poem about the homeless)”

    1. Adam I always feel honored by your comments. Hope you are having a gr8 week. I wish we didn’t have homeless people to write about

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      1. Awesome video! I honestly wethcad it at first to see if you really were homeless! I couldn’t imagine someone like you, especially with the way you grew up, being homeless! But I have to say that a few minutes into the video I was enthralled with your message and the person you are!

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  1. Hey, Moon-Girl…this is SO well-written and SO appropriate, especially as winter gears up and rears up from its hemispheric vacation.

    What were those words: “What you do for those least, you do to Me?” Photo truly describes reality.

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  2. You point so clearly to the untold stories of so many people…stories that should be told…but since few are willing to listen why tell them seems to be the position taken by society….well done my friend.

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  3. Leslie, such a kind tribute you’ve written on behalf of these people. Quite some time ago I was walking along some streets in Northampton, MA. if anyone knows anything of it, it is loaded with art/cafes/amateur musicians etc. full of culture, but I was there at night, and the feel was not as hopping, but scattered with young people of great talent trying to sell their art to make a few bucks, or musicians playing with a can for donations. The hardest thing to see at that time for me was an elderly woman, with her cart of clothes etc. asking for change. Which I gave her everything in my pockets. It literally brought me to tears thinking of my grandmother/at the time she was home waiting on me, because she had me to wait on.
    I was sort of disgusted that these aging people were out there with no one, and wished our country would do something about it. I still get that same feeling, anytime I see anything pertaining to it, saddened, and a bit angry at why. It is a shame, to me an even greater shame for the ones to young (runaways) to get proper jobs, (and the older, that should be placed on some form of Social Security (too old/fragile to work)

    Incredible writing Leslie! Deeply concerning…. ~April *hugs

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  4. there is more to me
    than meets the eye …love this
    and so true. in chuch and due to the work of my husband, we met some of this people and they all have a story and they all had and have their dreams and hopes. you captured this well leslie. hope you’re having a great weekend

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