Good morning everyone! Please welcome back Vic Tomlinson and his poem, The Homeless Man.
The Homeless Man by Vic Tomlinson
He had holes in the bottom of his shoes
and his coat was worn and tattered.
He huddled with his friends under the bridge,
gazing at the fire and trying to stay warm.
He drank his liquor and passed
the bottle to the next person.
He took a drag on a cigarette
and handed it to his buddy.
His dinner was leftovers he had
scrounged from McDonald’s garbage.
He thought about the comforts of a
warm bed at the Salvation Army for tonight.
He pushed the shopping cart with his belongings
and headed for the shelter,
unsure what tomorrow may bring,
but still clinging to hope.
Fantastic poem, Vic! Thank you so much for sharing it! 🙂
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