Array ( [sid] => 184491 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Deceit [time] => 2017-09-13 19:51:53 [hometext] => Did she deceive me; or did I deceive myself? [bodytext] => She was sitting on the sidewalk with dirty tangled hair;
With extended hand and friendless smile, she asked me if I cared.
I grabbed a shopping cart and went inside the store;
Wondering how many others had turned her down before.

Standing at the checkout with two carts full of food;
My conscience got the best of me, and so I took its cue.
Before I left the checkout I had a sandwich wrapped;
And as I left , I passed her, and placed it in her lap.

Neither of us said a word, she clutched it to her chest;
I watched her from my car; I thought Id done my best.

She disappeared inside the store, sandwich in her hand;
And came out with a bottle, for such had been her plan.

She traded food for alcohol; and drank it straight away;
A bottle full of whiskey, Id given her today.

I don’t give food or money to the homeless anymore;
To help them stay I know Ive left them worse off than before.

The gift I gave her was another day without respect;
I have no way to give her the things she needs to get;

A shower and a place to sleep; a way to earn her daily keep;
Her promise to be there on time; a promise she keeps to remind;

Herself that she is worthy of, the trust, respect, and selfless love;
She so deserves, til she retreats, off this life of city streets.

One day perhaps shell understand that those who left her empty hands;
Hoped one day that in her place, they’d find shed left an empty space. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 54 [topic] => 75 [informant] => softerware [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished ) Your Poetry Dot Com - Deceit


Deceit
Date: Wednesday, 13th September 2017 @ 07:51:53 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: softerware
She was sitting on the sidewalk with dirty tangled hair;
With extended hand and friendless smile, she asked me if I cared.
I grabbed a shopping cart and went inside the store;
Wondering how many others had turned her down before.

Standing at the checkout with two carts full of food;
My conscience got the best of me, and so I took its cue.
Before I left the checkout I had a sandwich wrapped;
And as I left , I passed her, and placed it in her lap.

Neither of us said a word, she clutched it to her chest;
I watched her from my car; I thought Id done my best.

She disappeared inside the store, sandwich in her hand;
And came out with a bottle, for such had been her plan.

She traded food for alcohol; and drank it straight away;
A bottle full of whiskey, Id given her today.

I don’t give food or money to the homeless anymore;
To help them stay I know Ive left them worse off than before.

The gift I gave her was another day without respect;
I have no way to give her the things she needs to get;

A shower and a place to sleep; a way to earn her daily keep;
Her promise to be there on time; a promise she keeps to remind;

Herself that she is worthy of, the trust, respect, and selfless love;
She so deserves, til she retreats, off this life of city streets.

One day perhaps shell understand that those who left her empty hands;
Hoped one day that in her place, they’d find shed left an empty space.

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