Concrete Gray

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Concrete gray becomes their hair
Sidewalk cracks too much to bear

Melding, blending with their position
No glance their way gives recognition

A man downtrodden, sad, consumed
Has no shelter within this tomb

Others care, some don’t have time
To tend a hand covered in grime

Human beings reduced to this
A land of plenty became an abyss

Once okay and doing fine
One tripping slip they crossed the line

Whole families now are on the streets
Life’s shifting changes kicked their teeth

Now invisible, we don’t care
Concrete gray became their hair

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  1. A most effective form for this poem, Gayle.

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  2. This is a great poem Gayle.

    “There but for the Grace…”

    Lo e

    Christine

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  3. Ah, I know it’s just so sad.

    Gayle, bravo! Exceedingly good job.

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  4. a sad bit of truth….whole families out on the streets….what a thought that…and i imagine it will be just getting worse with ths economy….

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    • I know…whole families…hard to think of that but I’ve seen documentaries and portrayals of those who have ended up living out of their cars…finding ways to get clean, eat and send their children to school. Out of a car…or tent. We waste so much of our resources in this country…it makes me ill….

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  5. A sad story well told.

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  6. Very evocative, Gayle. I like ‘concrete grey becomes their hair.’ That creates a very vivid picture. Sad commentary on today’s life for so many. We should be able to do better for these people, but I also know that some of them choose to live outside rather than in shelters…no easy answer, but sad to see scenes like you described in your poem.

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    • Yes, I believe we could do better for those who don’t want to be there…no doubt about it. And I do know of those who choose that way of life…well, so be it. Thanks for the support, Mary…I enjoy our exchanges.

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  7. Great impact in this poem, which addresses an important topic. Well done, kiddo!

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  8. wow, the concrete BECOMES their hair. that is powerful!!!

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  9. wow Gayle… such an emotional piece. you are absolutely right… it’s so sad.

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  10. LOVE this!

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  11. You speak volumes here, Gayle. Everyday that I go downtown to work I see so many that are in such a state. Perhaps that is why I have written quite a few on this topic.

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    • I saw more of this when I lived in Boston many years ago. I hadn’t really witnessed it before then. It does leave an impact..I can see why you would write about it.

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  12. Gayle, I love this piece so beautiful and filled with sadness. A subject that I care about and has always been close to my heart.

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  13. Love this one.

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  14. Very sad … and … true.

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