Under the Bridge



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Does a sunrise bring more hope

When it greets you in a place to live

To the forgotten and abandoned

To them, does it have less to give

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Do the velvet tones as it sets

Upon your evening meal

Bring to them a sense of rest

To those, who hunger feel

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Where can they find life’s beauty

In a world so steeped in gray

Fighting, struggling, begging

To survive just another day

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Where be their rose, fragrance sweet

No house to call home, nothing to eat

Basic needs left sadly incomplete

Where is the beauty on dirty city streets

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Comments
21 Responses to “Under the Bridge”
  1. yassy says:

    A literary gem. Life’s travails caught in a beautiful succinct poem. You really get to the heart of the matter in a most wonderful way. I like 👍

  2. beth says:

    beautiful and sad for those not remembered or cared for

  3. kristianw84 says:

    Your poem instantly makes me want to bring food to the hungry and house the homeless. If only I had the power to do so for every soul that needs food and shelter. When their bellies are full and they have roofs over their head, I would then take them sunset gazing, because we all need reminding how beautiful mother nature can be, even during our darkest hours. This is lovely, my friend!

    • Brad Osborne says:

      Thanks Kristian! This poem started with simply wondering how different a sunset or sunrise would appear to someone who did not have basic needs met. Thanks for all your support!

  4. Jim Borden says:

    a reminder of how fortunate many of us are, and how we need to help those who are not

  5. petespringerauthor says:

    Questions worth asking. Thank you, Brad, for writing this piece.

  6. Beautiful Brad! There are few voices raised to those, the invisible ones of society. Lovely tribute my friend.

  7. I want to frame it. Beautiful.

  8. jonicaggiano says:

    This is beautiful Brad. I think many people don’t realize how many homeless there truly are. So many. I love these words so much, it really makes people stop and think.

    “Where be their rose, fragrance sweet
    No house to call home, nothing to eat
    Basic needs left sadly incomplete
    Where is the beauty on dirty city streets”

    Thank you for writing about this problem. I think everyone should have to go on one mission trip in an extremely devastating area were people are dying every day from lack of food and medical care. Great piece. Sending many loves and hugs Brad, Jonikens (Happy Easter)

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