Just For You Poetry

Cowering in a rotten shelter
watching the ocean
bringing drizzle into harbour
shivered the begger,
poorly clad, hat and scarfless
and weak with hunger.

Remembering the day when
this place saw men,
enemy gunned and running
through wire, barbs
splitting uniformed skin, for
safety of boats heading
toward shores unknown and
he was among them.

Then he felt youthful pride
and strength of limb
but mind-wounded and sans
one leg as hero-unsung
he stumbled back, homeless,
to end up begging.

Where is the welcoming rest
for such-like men ?

From youthful pride to a homeless beggar is heartbreaking, and yet wars continue and young men see it as an adventure, and not the hell it will become. You have highlighted the plight of the unfortunate with genuine concern and your concluding question is a plaintive one dear Fay.

A compassionate, caring poem for the down and out . Written with great feeling. Sad, so very sad.This should move anyone

unsung heroes who are left out in the cold are far too manyFay..this is a national disgrace really. thank you for highlighting it