Open Poetry #1 |
The Homeless Man |
Delores Hall Member
since 1999-07-16
Posts 342USA |
My son comes up and asks me one day. Can my friends father stay? He seems to have no where to go. The temperature is falling and it's getting cold. Wait a minute this is a forty year old man. I won't even touch this, go ask your dad. Dad replies,the reason your friends father has no home. Is because he's always doing drugs. He smashed their brand new van. And for that he was thrown in the can. His wife kicked him out because of the abuse. And she didn't have anything more to lose. So no son he can't stay the night. And were not going to sit here and argue or fight. My other son tells him you can sleep in my car. I'll give you some blankets,and if you need anything more. I won't be that far. Now about that time Gods telling me. This is not right you see. I've always taught you to open the door. Even if they were dirty,sick ,or poor. But lord I'm torn. I want to do the right thing. We have a family here. And drugs are really something we fear. Besides it's not up to me. I'm already feeling guilty don't you see. So he stays the night in my sons car. The next day he gets up and goes to the bar. After a few drinks,he's back at our door. Please can I have two days more? You can go downstairs to my sons door. There's really no where else to sleep. But on the floor. So tonight and tommrow this is where he will sleep. Then he can go home to his wife and the drugs that he keeps. [This message has been edited by Delores Hall (edited 08-02-99).] |
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WhtDove Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-22
Posts 9245Illinois |
Tis a tough thing to do. The greatest thing we can do is pray for them. But not to enable them. Great Job! |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
" I was hungry and you fed me..." Reaching out to someone like that is not always easy, but I believe your rewards will be many when the time comes. ------------------ "Nobody has measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold" ~Zelda Fitzgerald |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Boy, I don't know about this one, Hoot. I've always considered myself one to help others, but only if they themselves are trying. Would I put my family in jeopardy over someone like that? Not a chance. Reminds me of that old song from the 50's called The Snake. Woman brings a frozen snake in the house, warms it, nurses it back to health, and it bites her. Last lines go: "You know your bite is poisonous And now I'm going to die." "Oh, shut up, silly woman," Said that reptile with a grin. "You knew darned well I was a snake Before you brought me in." I'd hate to see you on the front page some day. |
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Delores Hall Member
since 1999-07-16
Posts 342USA |
Thank you for the replies.This is something I am really struggling with.My head is telling me one thing.But God is telling me another thing.And I already have enough guilt from agreeing with my husband about the first night. |
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