John Hill, Homeless</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=15.htm>John Hill</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Homeless</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b><p>I've heard about homeless people many times,<br>and guess I always associated them with crimes.<br>Not long ago, one evening late,<br>I met this unkept person at our gate.<br>I asked him if he was lost, or could I help in anyway.<br>He told me that I could, and this is what he had to say.<br>It's hard for me to ask anyone for anything.<br>I use to be in a position where I had money to do anything.<br>I had a great wife and family...this some time ago.<br>I had a good job, and everything was great you know.<br>Then one day I learned the meaning of the term downsizing,<br>and my friend what followed was surprising.<br>Yes, you guessed it, I lost my job.<br>I really felt that I had been robbed.<br>For a year or so I tried to find employment.<br>Here, I might say that all I found was disappointment.<br>One thing led to another,<br>and my wife went home to her mother.<br>My world then fell apart.<br>You might say I was broke...both money and heart.<br>Since this all happened, I've been bumming around.<br>Don't wanna take handouts...I just want to, once again, be sound.<br>During all this talk, this person looked me in the eye.<br>I knew it was up to me to give him a hand, or at least try.<br>Well a year or two have now passed, and I'm glad to say...<br>My friend has a home and job, and life is better in most every way.<br>Sometimes, when I see him fishing in the late of evening.<br>I wonder what his thoughts might be, or is he grieving.<br>You know, when I look up into the dark of night,<br>I can't help but feel that everything is going to be alright.<br>I know that everythings o.k. with me,<br>but he's the one I hurt for...don't you see.</p></b></font></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk6.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk6.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>