Tuesday, May 6, 2008
A Confession
The sympathy i have for homeless people is rooted only in my fear of one day becoming one.
Home Now
And then, the hitchhikers and the vagrants will finally find Home. They will see proud fathers and loving mothers; siblings who brag with adoration and slight exaggeration. The homeless will be heroes, the vagabonds will be vanquishers of all evils. The Mayor will shake their hands firmly as the city applauds their accomplishments.
And when they go to sleep they will find warm, familiar beds and people who love them will whisper, "goodnight". But before they fall asleep they will thank their God for the life they live, for the family they are a part of, and for all the simple blessings they survived for so long without. And then, with stomachs full and eyes dry, they will sleep. And when they wake, around ten o clock, it will be to the smell of breakfast cooking in the kitchen downstairs. It will be the the sights and sounds of the Grand American Dream.
So say goodbye to drunk nights spent shivering on a park bench, to questions from concerned police officers, and, most of all, to loneliness.
You're Home now.
Welcome Home.
And when they go to sleep they will find warm, familiar beds and people who love them will whisper, "goodnight". But before they fall asleep they will thank their God for the life they live, for the family they are a part of, and for all the simple blessings they survived for so long without. And then, with stomachs full and eyes dry, they will sleep. And when they wake, around ten o clock, it will be to the smell of breakfast cooking in the kitchen downstairs. It will be the the sights and sounds of the Grand American Dream.
So say goodbye to drunk nights spent shivering on a park bench, to questions from concerned police officers, and, most of all, to loneliness.
You're Home now.
Welcome Home.
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