Nothing But Words #poetry #homeless


Do you realize

that some of us

eat food from a can?

No not the kind you open

the kind you pull


with your hand

I didn’t chose

cold loneliness

a life of no address

a closet in my car

atop my  college degree

oh isnt life a mess

but who cares

do you want to see

the list of things I’ve done

the families, children

whom I’ve helped

yes I have  aided some

the system I assure

it doesn’t care

I’m a number

they’d wish they’d lost

I’ve paid so many dues

there’s nothing left

do you know what  this has cost

and so my friends

words it seems

are all that I have left


and at times a verse

I can’t speak the word ” bereft”


Published by moondustwriter

Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. In 2019, we have an exciting project. We are developing elementary curriculum for Ugandan children. As a writer, it is a thrill to help children who want to learn. Along with the curriculum, we hope to develop simple fictions about Uganda for the children to read at school. Trust me books are in short supply. We will use our trusted story tellers: a butterfly and a lion to make the stories come alive. Stay tuned as Bethany and Me put pen to paper. I've been part of the blogging community for more than 10 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2012 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the (quiet) originator of the idea and co-producer of One Stop Poetry. 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 - thanks for stopping by.

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  1. I enjoyed your poem; poor choice of words, perhaps, because I wish I did NOT enjoy it. That would mean, of course, that homelessness is not an issue in our nation.

    I believe it is so sad that our government will rush to the aid of other countries & drop troops onto foreign soil at the drop of a dime…but are own people lay in waste & ruin. True, maybe some have steered their lives recklessly down such roads, but no one, unless convicted of capital crime, deserves to live so low for so long.


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