Who Will Care
A tattered shirt
And worn out shoes
A lonely person
Has the blues.
A scrap of food
He finds somewhere
Is there anyone
Who really cares?
A cardboard box
Is his home
Until morning comes
And then he roams.
If no one cares
When you are down
Will you wear this
Forgotten persons frown?
Zep commented on Who Will Care
01-30-2010
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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