Cardboard City.

In back streets dark, cold and wet
Forgotten figures in corners slept
Ragged figures of human debris
Regrets and rats for company

Cardboard city land of the lost
Afraid of the living, in fear of the frost
Surviving on wits a day at a time
Circumstance their only crime

If fate decreed that they should die
In passing without a single cry
Alone for company only fear
Who alone would shed a tear

There by fate, and not by choise
Souls in torment, with common voice
Drunks and addicts, so absurd
Vanish daily their plea's unheard

So spare a thought, as you sit to dine
Gulp your beer, or sip your wine
Things taken for granted, as we often do
But for the grace of God, it could be you.




Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2005-10-26 at 11:15

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Zoya Zaidi
So much compassion! A see a brother-in- arms in you, here. Keep that kind heart alive! It is so easy to let it get frosted over, & so difficult to keep it warm!
(((WARM HUGS)))
2005-10-29



you are 100%right ,,people should look at the less unfortunate and take notice,,,loved this,, Eddy
2005-10-28


AmonTheDark
the backstrets are so full of sadness and regret theres no real wya to look away or even pretend its not there.Everything and everyone deserves to have that city they live in be it crule or be it gentle it just means you alive and wanting more from life.no matter what kind of life that might be awsome poem
2005-10-28