Nothing Comes

[panader0]

I dream I'm in a station
waiting for my ride
I imagine a fine train compartment
with a bed and leather seats
but it may be a bus
I'm not sure
Nothing comes
the sun light through the high station windows
casts shadow patterns on the tile floor
just like yesterday, and the day before
I wait
The curved oaken benches are my bed
I no longer worry about the madmen
that roam at night
The morning yawns, people stir
Nothing comes

[42bambi]

1. Deep. Nowhere never comes. nt

[Karadeniz]

2. Very thought-provoking. I imagine what a homeless person might think...

[panader0]

4. I think back when I wrote this, that I believed everyone was homeless and

waiting. A lazy tension.

[Karadeniz]

5. Well, it's beautifully expressed. A whole lot of people are indeed homeless and waiting, but not I

Think everyone. Some of us do eventually learn that a physical home is not as important as doing good wherever we are... and then we're no longer waiting for something outside ourselves.

[Star-Thrower]

7. I agree

with the extension of my snap benefits I have more than I can use. I go shopping and when I see folks huddling outside, clearly homeless and and seemingly in need of food I then decide to help. I go in get tins of those little sausages, or a sub sandwich, drinks like soda etc. Then exit and hand over the food to those folks. I walk away. I'm not looking for any accolades. It's the right thing to do. BTY I worked in a homeless shelter for about 6 years. Thank you pander0 for a moving poem.

[bahboo]

3. could be very cool song lyrics...

[Harker]

6. Damn. n/t