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Safe

We stare at the homeless
safe behind steel and glass
thinking we’re so superior
as we glide on past.

We don’t look too closely
at those faces in the night
lest we see our own fears
reflected in the taillights.

We look away because we know
we’re just a twist of fate away
from being outside, looking in,
trying to survive another day.

By Jeanne MacGregor Lahn

This poem was written by Jeanne Lahn on Nov 20, 1998.

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  1. rose gossard says:

    Very well written on a topic that we should all give thought to. So sad that there are so many homeless people right here in our very own country. Good job on this.

  2. 4 SUGAR BEAR says:

    This is a point that needs to be SHOUTED!!!!!!
    Wake up ppl.. If you have the needs of supply, then give to your brothers and sisters what gifts Gods has blessed you with. Yes God gives, and YES some cases, God takes away.
    I know how this uncertainty feels, for I and child had slept amongst my wheels.... You can't keep what you have, unless you give it away..... Good Job... ~PEACE OUT

  3. Jeanne Lahn says:

    Thanks people! It is a subject that I often return to and keep trying to frame in ways people can relate to and respond to.