Who cares?

“You might be poor, your shoes might be broken, but your mind is a palace.”
― Frank McCourt, Angela’s Ashes

It haunts my memory

On his cardboard were two words:

“Who cares?”


He sat on the corner of the street

Where the Gucci store perches

Under its roof

Headless mannequins

In clothes that don’t care


Another man devoid of a home

Pushes his possessions in a cart

He yells: “Boo, poverty. Boo, get out of here.”

Us, feeling holy by the grace of work slavery,

Clear the sidewalk for him


Who cares if there are humans


And abandoned to live

Outside of our homes


As long as my morning coffee is in my hand

And my soul continues to be sold for food and shelter

Who cares?


I am ashamed

Of taking my piece of this earth

And you tread the streets


Where will you sleep tonight?

Curious, do you care?

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  1. It is like that here too . . so sad . . yes, we care

    1. Very sad indeed, thanks for caring x

    1. Thanks 🙂

  2. I am so haunted by the homeless and feel so helpless. Your poem is poignant.

    1. I feel helpless as well, and a little embarrassed. Thanks for reading.

  3. Awareness through Art. Thought about this song/video when I read your poem. Keep caring.
    (old song…too long???

    1. Wow. For some reason I’ve never seen this video before. I have to admit, it made my eyes wet. Thanks for sharing.

  4. Never seen that video, truly inspirational and a perfect bed fellow for the poem.

    1. Agreed, so beautiful but sad.

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  6. these poems are awesome!
    Maria x

    1. Thanks so much for stopping by x

  7. I do. My cousin is homeless. He’s a heroin addict. So I know how addiction and homelessness can play out. xox

    1. Oh, that’s heartbreaking, I am wishing and hoping the best for him

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