Home

Where the heart is

Cold pavements and newspaper blankets rustle

Slowly through empty bottle eased into slumber

And restless under open skies he once more returns home

To open arms and child’s delights he runs and tear streaked cheeks welcome kisses

And she stands with smile and love and watches

She sees the man that he once was

Yet with dawn with dread he wakes once more

And packs away and moves along again

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Author: Michael

Husband, dad,(ex)programmer, comic collector and proud Yorkshireman. I have no idea why im here or why im writing but i rather enjoy it. no great fan of punctuation;

9 thoughts on “Home”

  4. Very powerful. I have a former neighbor who decided she/boyfriend wanted to live in San Diego as the drugs are easy to find and very cheap. She now lives on the street, sometimes wandering into a tented community. Her mom, who passed away last August, asked me to pray for her as she was hospitalized repeatedly for hepatitis from dirty needles. I get that people lose their jobs, their homes and must live on the street – I feel sorry for those people. For her I don’t. Every day I thank God for a roof over my head, and food in my stomach.

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  5. I think so many people live in a world so different to the one many of his living and I’ll be honest I don’t always know what to do about it if anything sometimes at least acknowledging it is a start

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  6. It is hard to fathom sometimes, but for those people so down on their luck through no fault of their own, I do have much pity for them. The picture you used for your post would cause empathy for this man.

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