The World We Live In A Poetry Book On Societal Issues Part 3

I’m an emotional wreck right now as I think about my wife,

The memories of everything I had are coming back into my mind.

Tears are flowing from my face right now on this cool, brisk fall morning,

She came into my dream last night as she spoke to me for a while.

Now I sit here in this park full of guilt of all I’ve done to her,

People are walking past me wondering why I’m randomly crying.

Some people would stop by and ask if I’m okay and I would just lie,

They would feel bad and give me money out of sympathy.

That adds onto the guilt of me taking people’s money because I’m crying,

But it’s another day I’d be able to survive in this cold world of homelessness.

A man walked past me in the park as he came with some breakfast,

I was so thankful as it was more than I could eat but was very appreciative.

He asked me about my life and how I ended up in the situation I’m in,

It was hard to express myself as I didn’t know this man at all.

Wondering why he wanted to know about my life, I’m a random stranger,

Maybe he actually did care for me and it was time I open up about myself.

Some people want to know about your life but don’t truly help you,

But the look in this man’s face was of concern, care and wanting to comfort me.