The cardboard roof does little to keep the icy rain and bone-chilling cold from compounding his pain. Looked upon as a piece of worthless trash, he is invisible to passersby..
Perhaps if they realized they were just one paycheck away from his Hell, they’d offer him a bit more sympathy.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Joy and glad tidings
Hallmarks of this gleeful time
Lost by so many
Those without means, abandoned
Are left to suffer alone
No tree, gifts or warmth
Is afforded to these souls
They’re invisible
Perhaps the Christmas spirit
Was meant as a reminder
That giving is more
Than gifts to friends and family
It’s to all mankind
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Broken by living
An old man lies fetally
Praying for his death
Torturous life on the street
Trades its mercy for your soul
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Anger of a man
Lashing out at the world,
Perhaps it’s sadness.
He’s being eaten from inside
And left for dead by mankind.
.
Hastily judging
Simple feeds the savage beast.
Leaving him a shell,
Unrecognizable to
Friends and family alike.
.
Such a waste is this
When each life is so precious
To cast it aside.
Leaving him alone to die
Amongst the concrete and cold.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Tin cup in his hand
Begging for change in the rain
Hoping to survive
Tens of thousands of dollars
Spent to sit on the fifty
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
There’s no place like home
Family huddled around
Sharing Christmas cheer
Unless home is on the street
And your cheer is someones trash
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A little reminder to be generous to those in need at this time and all times of the year, if for no other reason than it is the right thing to do.
Pain…like no other
Living–wrong side of the tracks.
Dirty and hungry;
Sunken eyes reveal sadness
Under shroud of filthy streets.
Urchins you call them,
Throwaways to be ignored,
Wastes of human flesh.
Where is your humanity?
They’re people like you and me
Children of this world
Worthy of our sympathy
Worthy of our love
You best take heed!
For one day it may be you
That is spit upon.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Destitute, broken
Veterans thrown to the streets
Forgotten by all
Do they not deserve much more
Than to be treated like trash
They sacrificed much
Though the cause–questionable
Do we not owe them
Our gratitude and our help
For the part of them they lost
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Bread, milk, stocked pantry
Protection from arctic cold
Taken for granted
No comfort to the homeless
Freezing and dying alone
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A winter wind blows
Across the barren landscape
~ Victim to the cold
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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