Ragged People

the homeless people alive in cracks we avoid. each displays no grace nor glory. We turn our backs, are so annoyed. Worn overcoats over scrim pajamas, angled hair and leather-ed skin, bags and bottles are their bangles, we’ve become loveless manikins. some have singing voices. souls beautiful yet never heard. some lay choice-less all have only what we deserve. there are angels among them Sent to check on you and me. watching, waiting for any kindness To save us from what we deserve. What do we know about the homeless people? Sleeping in the cracks that we avoid? Those who seem to have no grace or glory. We turn our backs we’re so annoyed. John K. O’Zemko Revised 01-13-2023 02-19-2009