J.P.G. Poems
All by myself…almost©
By Joseph P. Gimenez
2010
In the dark I stand
alone, nowhere can I call my home.
In silence I play out
my part, knowing not where to roam.
Down streets and
alleys now do I walk, hands in my empty pockets and everything’s
dark,
It’s not a bad life
really as one might think, except for no food or something to
drink,
These days I have much
time to think, I am totally sober with nothing to drink.
On a vacant bench I
lay my head, which will be my nightly bed.
It’s nothing to be
proud of, this that I do, but better it be me than to be you,
The days are long but
at least there’s the sun’s heat, and if I am lucky a passerby
will give me something to eat.
I’ve grown quite
accustomed to the filth and the dirt, a small price to pay for
those that I hurt.
My clothes they fit me
just fine you know, except for the holes, through which I feel
the sting of the cold.
At night time my
hunger I cannot control, so I try to think of good things to
quiet my soul,
I think of how grand
it truly was, my kids, a nice home and a wife to love,
These things are all
temporary as you may someday find, I hope for you sake it ends
not like mine.
All the things I held
dear to my heart, were gone in an flash. Just like the
tragedy that took my home, family and cash.
Now I am all that you
see, there isn’t much more, I feel like Job from the bible as I
wander the streets or lie on a floor.
For my sins were great
on that fateful day, a heavy burden that I now must pay.
My family were taken
on that frightful night, as the house burnt down and I was
nowhere in sight.
Now I watch the world
as it passes by and wonder why it was them and not I,
Sometimes I wonder
about the things up above, like my wife and my children, the
people I love.
As the weather changes
and the storms move in. I find I have no refuge, no friendship
or kin,
So I brace myself for
another night outside, the wind and rain are horrific for there
is no where to hide.
And as the lightning
flashes and the rain pours down, I try to find comfort on God’s
firm ground.
For only by his
presence do I make it each day, and before I go to sleep it is
to him that I pray.
Many times we
forget to give thanks for all that we have. On this coming
Thanksgiving day look around you and know you are truly blessed.