A Cop Out

A Cop Out short poem

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I saw him rummaging in the bin.
He looked so dirty and awfully thin.

Half clothed for this foul weather.
Holes in his shoes made of leather.

I walked on by trying not to stare.
Was it hunger that brought him there?

This vision stayed with me for days to come.
Should I have offered him food and a home?

It’s all too easy to walk on by.
Just in case we offend, now that be a lie.

It’s our cop out

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I love writing and reading poems, not so much the classics these days but knew fresh stuff I find that exciting. New styles and new ideas. Some people paint, or write books or do crafts to get the inside out, me I do poetry and read the inside of folk I love to write fun and nature poems the best though.
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ratnaprabha raykar

such honesty!Its my experience too.your poem made me own up, me ,shirking any responsibility towards the downtrodden

Rob J Mann

We don’t have time to investigate the life stories of others, so we make a judgement based on a snapshot of their lives. Only in retrospect do we feel guilt, for there but for the grace of God……

Akhtar Jawad

It’s a heart touching poem. It’s a common sight in underdeveloped countries like Pakistan but I never thought it happens in developed countries, too. The poetess has painted a very impressive picture.

Darren Scanlon

Hi Johanna.

There are so many poor souls like this one all around us. Sometimes we done even see them or know they are there. Such a tragedy that they may all have had great lives before some tragedy threw them into the gutter of life.

When you get a minute, have a look at my COLD RAIN poem, it explores this very issue in depth.

Nicely done!



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