I Don't Know Why
Driving down the road
My thoughts racing like pictures in motion
I don't know what to do next!
I am upset, but I don't know why
I seem depressed, but I don't know why
I want to cry a million tears, for the emotions I feel inside
But, I don't know why

Stopping at the light, I see a man on the street asking for money
I can feel his hunger, his desperation
But, I don't know why
I pass a man pushing a child in a carriage, he is alone, no wife in site
I feel his loneliness, his anger, his regret
But, I don't know why

I see the line outside the shelter, people waiting, hoping for a bed
I feel their panic, their fear, insecurities
But, I dont know why
There's a young girl on the corner, breaking the law, supporting her habit
I feel her need, her determination, her necessity to keep living on the edge
But, I don't know why
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My reasons for writing this poem:

I wrote this to call attention to the everyday people, their plight, their need for someone to care
I wrote this to ask a question of everyone who reads these words
If it were you, would you want someone to lend you a hand
If it were you would you appreciate a warm coat, a meal, just someone to say "I care"
If it were you would you want someone to just reach out their hand and ask, What Can I Do?
We can all make that difference, we all have the power to bring someone up instead of putting them down
We can all share, try to help that man, woman, child..We can all do this, I know some people just don't care 
But, I dont know why

Comments:
 
StarPoet   StarPoet wrote
on 11/27/2008 2:39:22 AM
Your wisdom and your heart is truly touching. And the truth you write here is profound. What can each of us do to help someone that REALLY needs it.

bedheadisme   bedheadisme wrote
on 11/24/2008 1:02:17 PM
I can totally relate to this. I'm one of those people who takes on other peoples burdens and tried to fix them. I like the first three stanzas but I don't think you need the last stanza to make your point. Good poem though. ^_^

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I find myself ultra sensitive to the hardships of others. I try to help when I can, sometimes I ned help, helping them. We can all make a difference. If we all did just a little, together it would grow to be a lot.
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