
Life In America
The Throwaway People
Why Can’t They Be Chosen Ones?
Let your boat of life be light, packed only with what you need-a homely home and simple pleasures, one or two friends worth the name, someone to love and to love you, a cat, a dog, enough to eat and enough to wear………… Jerome K. Jerome
Marie Kondo is only for those Who Have and Have and Have.
Easy to discard, Spark joy with emptiness When there is money to buy more.
The homeless cling to the little They possess. Things leave, get stolen, get lost.
Rough sleepers, Shelter dwellers, Hidden homeless.
We Have Names!
NIMBY In the bluest parts of America Exposes greed and selfishness.
I cannot believe they have no place to live, With us a rich country with so much to give. I think of their troubles and the ends they can’t meet, And that working two jobs means a bed on the street.
Of course, I regret that, but it is not up to me. We live in America, the home of the free. They must simply work hard, try to be strong. It’s sure to get better, and it cannot be long.
Hypocrisies, cruelty, hate Wound the heart of America, Bleed the red, white, and blue.
Thinking about this article by J M Mantium led to this poem.






