The Forgotten Brothers

by

Anne Strausser

Homeless, desolate and on the street.
Nothing to remind of a forgotten society
but these weary feet.
Mere survival or any survival,
is more confined that foot to eat.
And no-one in this world, can be,
the willing or the compassionate,
or the chosen to take this seat.
Why has the world slipped,
Why did my world crash,
to much of something, and to little of everything,
makes it just to easy to foget and retreat.
A little energy, a-lot of dignity,
but things will never be complete.
Not even if someone could wear the shoes on my feet.

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