Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

Homeless

by Neil Goodacre

I lie alone, asleep they hope.
In doorways, on benches, that’s where I rest,
Ignored by passers-by.
 
I wake hungry, cold to the bone.
In bins I find just enough to survive,
Ignored by passers-by.
 
I beg by day, seeking kindness.
In you I place my hope; what can you spare?
Are you a passer-by?

Added: 14.04.2011

Judges' comments on this poem

05.05.2011

it's the only impersonal poem, it's for every one especialy poor people. Great Work..!

07.05.2011

This poem is good in the sense it makes people reflect on being grateful for what we have rather than what we havnt got.

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