UNWANTED PERSON

I saw you sitting there today.

Once a valuable part

Now not treated as such.

Society used you up

Took everything it could want

Then you changed

For good or bad

And your value was less desired.

Turned you into a debt

A beggared

Not a prize.

So now you sit on the sidelines.

Who will help you?

Who will come to your rescue?

Who will pass you by…

Turning an unwanted eye…

Away so to avoid…

What seems to be an unwanted person?

A kind of person allowed to reach a sublime mark

And place on those around a demand.

No need to help you be whole,

Or at least fit in.

Can you be whole?

Do you demand it?

Society's need for love and fixing is not to be complete

It is to get you on your feet, then leave you on your own.

It should be to bring you back into the fold,

Make you one of us rather than leave you one of them,

So you are once again

Where and what you should be - US.

  

Just to explain, I was driving down a street today and saw a man in a wheelchair waiting for something, or someone. He had a heavy jacket on but was sitting in direct sunlight and it was hot!! My emotions just hit me and I had to pull off the street and sit in the car while I teared up and dealt with the images that flashed in my mind, this poem. I talked with him for a couple minutes, he had been to a doctor's appointment and was waiting for a scheduled pickup; so he was pushed to the edge of the street and left waiting (basically at the discretion and schedule of someone else). While reading my words I hope you experienced a sense of what I felt, it was not comfortable at the time and not while typing the words. You can make a difference in the life of someone, so do it whenever you have the chance.  Andy

Posted 2/19/11
Via : Andy's Blog http://andybryant.com/