A REACH OUT BEFORE DROWNING
By Margaretta Ogletree
Once in a dream I imagined I could breath under water, you know like a
fish but the funny thing is I always have this dream more than once. I try to find
the reason for the same dream but I only give up because it doesn’t make sense
to me. But it hit me, this means I’m very special. Some people dream about cars,
money and this or that, but this means a person who is homeless has a dream. It
is the most beautiful thing to have so I would like to donate this poem to all of my
homeless friends.
I was under the bridge one night
while I watch the cars roll by. and
I ask myself and ask myself
what happen, why?
I hold my covers close to me
to hide the tears of my crying,
and try to drift off to sleep
but its not sleep its like dying
Oh god one day, I’ll realize
the mistakes I’ve made of my life
hold my head up I say
and try to make this right,
So here I am a living proof
that life is worth more than millions
no one can do what you
need done for yourself but you.
Copyright Homeless Grapevine Issue #18, Cleveland, Ohio