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Author Name: PremiumTheBagLady 27 Comments
Date Added: September 10, 2003 16:09:20 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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I wish I had a nickel.........




I wish I had a nickel...

I wish I had a nickel for every time
that I have shivered....
I could buy a new coat..
one in dark blue would be nice...
..you know, those puffy jobs'
with the extra pockets...
...with the sleeves that fit
tight to keep out the bitter cold...

I wish i had a nickel for every time
that I have been shouted at...
For the many times, I accidentally
bumped into you and you cursed...
Or, as I clamored to wash your
windshield, and you shouted obscenities,
rolling up the windows in your car..
leaving me in the street....

I wish I had a nickel for every
time that I have felt alone...
Especially when I see
lovers holding hands...
Grandfathers with grandson's on their shoulders.....
People laughing on the corner, hugging....
Or, when I think about the feel of
a woman's soft hand upon my face..
..if i had a nickel for all those times,
I could buy that woman a rose....

I wish I had a nickel for every time
that I have just hated life...
I could maybe buy a NEW life,
one kind of like yours.....
Oh, how I hated losing my job..
how I lost my bank account...
how I lost my wheels..
how I lost my home...
how I lost my family,
but mostly, how I hate
that I lost myself..

I wish I had a nickel for every time
that I have not slept..
I could buy a new mattress and
soft down pillows...
Sleep out here is catnaps on
a splintered bench...
A snooze on torn cardboard
under the highway, tired,
old body soothed by a
traffic lullabye.....

I wish I had a nickel for
every time that my stomach has
growled from hunger....
I could take a crowd to dinner..
.....A menu of steak, with shrimp,
.....salad with fresh spinach,
.....warm dinner rolls with
hunks of butter,
.....neverending pots of hot coffee,
........and then......
an ice cream sundae, in a fluted,
clear glass bowl, served with a
silver spoon...
Tonight's dumpster dive dealt
a half-eaten sandwich.....

I wish I had a nickel for each time
that you have just passed me by...
I'd be rich enought to buy
you a mansion...
a limousine..
fine wine...
maybe a trip around the world...
A nickel each time for.......
The way you never stop and say good morning,
The way you never wonder just how old I am,
The way you never wonder if
I carry pictures in my wallet....
but, mostly....
The way you never look into my eyes,
....wondering if we could be friends...

Right now, I just wish I had a nickel....









Copyright Margaret LaVonne Hall
Re-write 9-10-03
Author's Notes:

~something I wanted to share~ ......the bag lady, rememberin'.......

The Pic, "Homeless(man)"
courtesy of http://www.vagrantcafe.com/)
The Pic, "Homeless(lady)"
courtesy of http://www.sdnl.nl/images/)
The Midi playing, "Wings of Love",
courtesy of http://www.wtv-zone.com/js919/)

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Comments:
Comment By: FreeDamon D. Brewer on October 1, 2010 07:25:59 PM Report
Hi there my friend.  This is a great poem.  I love it.  I have seen the time that I didn't have a nickel to my name.  You, maam, are a great poet.

 

Damon

Comment By: FreeAndrew on May 6, 2010 11:39:04 AM Report
you have a way of touching the soul with words and thoughts that are so simple, yet so deep.  you have to wonder how different life would be if we took those chance encounters - many wouldn't work out the way we'd want, but i guess it would only take one to make a difference.  beautiful work, clearly deserving of the award.
Comment By: FreeSergio Ayotte on September 8, 2009 10:23:13 PM Report
2004 Jefferson Nickel Obverse

Here's a nickel for you, as well as a smile, and embrace, a prayer and to let you know that in this life your writing and heart touched mine.

 

Fondly, Sergio

Comment By: FreeLORETTA PITILLI on August 17, 2009 07:48:25 PM Report

Margaret,
   This was so heartfelt.  I have been volunteering at a food bank near my home.  I see such hopelessness and despair in their eyes.  When they come in to get their food they are so thankful but yet feel so ashamed.  We need to open our beings and help these less fortunate beings in any way that we can.A wonderful poem to remind us how lucky we truly and there but for the grace of God go I.  God Bless You  Loretta

Comment By: FreeBruce A. Peaslee on August 5, 2009 09:56:49 PM Report
Margaret - The thoughts expressed give me pause to realize that there are those who are in this condition.

Some live their lives in desperation not able to see the end to sorrow or problems. Beautifully evocative work.

 

---Poetrydad---

Comment By: FreeHelen on June 29, 2007 07:56:53 PM Report
Oh... how well I understand this. I see those people every day, in the streets of Moscow - a city of contrast. People nobody needs or cares about. People others choose to pass by. People ill-used by those who are healthy and rich, using the unfortunate pennyless cripples to make themselves riches (disgusting stuff, those rich thickheaded heartless idiots find poor crippled and homeless people and make them beg on trains, in the streets etc, and then bring most of the money they collect to the "Master", and the "Master" gives them a low percentage for the "job". There are some governmental programs (on paper!) intended to help the homeless, the crippled and those living below the poverty level, but in the real life, everything works quite differently. I feel sorry for those people but I seldom give to them if I know they are working for a "master" (easy to figure out).

But there's one old lady always begging at the super-market not far from where I live who obviously is just desparate and can't live on her retirement pay. She's always there by the supermarket, often till midnight when it closes. I hope one day I'll be able to talk to her and ask why she has to beg...

Comment By: FreeButterfly on May 12, 2006 02:27:48 PM Report
This is a very touching write. It makes me want to read more and know more about you. ~Butterfly~
Comment By: FreeDamon D. Brewer on April 23, 2006 09:29:21 PM Report
Margaret, I have read this one three or four times counting this one and can't believe that I have never commented on it before. I almost didn't even check to see if I had or not I was so sure that I had. It really is a great write and seems to get better every time that I read it. I loved it the first time and have loved it every other time too. This one was no exception. You are a very talented writer, and I love your stories. You are wonderful--your friend,
Damon
Comment By: FreeLily Johnson on February 4, 2006 11:40:14 PM Report
This is a wonderful poem. Everytime I pass a homeless person in the street my heart aches. I hate seeing people there. It's just not right. Your nickname (Thebaglady) makes me wonder, are you a 'bag lady'. Considering you can go online I thought not, but maybe internet cafe's...I don't know. I guess I'm just being a silly little girl. If you are, then I do hope that life will turn around a new corner for you, if not, then I do hope that life is good for you. Good luck with the future.
Love Lily.
Comment By: FreeMichael on February 3, 2006 12:59:31 AM Report
Oh, Margaret, how true, how true! However, if someone bet that you aren't a survivor, they'd go broke quickly. I salute you, Grande Dame!
Comment By: FreeMeg on January 27, 2006 05:53:29 PM Report
This is a tragic write, especially because it stings with terrifying truth...every word evokes thought, emotion and memories. Wishes and regrets. Extremely powerful words...thank you for sharing.
XOXO Cheerios XOXO
Meg
Comment By: FreeCarmen Ax. on January 11, 2006 01:18:11 AM Report
this was so beautiful! it really deserves that ribbon. it made me cry. this makes people think. well, i know it sure made me think that maybe next time just saying hi to someone won't kill me. you did such a wonderful job Margaret. this is going into my favorites. thank you for writing this beautiful poem.^ ^

Comment By: FreePaul Peter McLean on November 3, 2005 06:19:31 PM Report
May I add to the forest of tributes this poem has received? One of your best, Margaret. It deserves the ribbon.
Comment By: FreeSybilla on October 8, 2005 08:31:10 PM Report
I've been reading through the award winning poetry this evening...and some of them are good...and some of them I couldn't finish...this one was the first one I've read, that grabbed me deep and hard. This is extra-ordinary...This is mastery.

Thank you for putting it out there.
Sybilla
Comment By: FreeKarl Berry on August 17, 2005 04:45:30 PM Report
I have read poems before but not as powerful as this!!!!!......
....................................................Patch...!
Comment By: FreeShauna on July 14, 2005 12:12:02 PM Report
This is awesome, im guna save it t my faves. it really opened my eyes.
Comment By: FreeDennis Roberts on February 14, 2005 04:30:32 PM Report
So sad for a nickel. Love Lane
Comment By: FreeWilliam R. Sullens on April 8, 2004 08:46:02 PM Report
Hi Lady Margaret:
Not discounting your poem what so ever as it is incredible. But you are one of the richest people I know. You have the riches of friendship; that which overflows the cup. Enough to fill everyone elses because, you are a friend. May God bless you and your wonderful spirit of sharing with those in need, both in body and in spirit. Bill - glad to call you a friend.
Comment By: Freeerma todd on October 24, 2003 07:04:12 PM Report
I hope you are satisfied the pictures alone made me cry, what a beautiful poem Margaret. God must have loved you a lot he gave you so much talent. Friends Erma
Comment By: FreeMary F. Charest on September 19, 2003 05:22:39 PM Report
...And we take life for granted...a warm bed, plenty of food to eat. You have touched a chord within. Excellent!
Mary
Comment By: Freejudy on September 17, 2003 10:46:04 PM Report
Excellent, brilliant, wonderful. So sad, but written with such feeling.
Comment By: FreeRamfire on September 16, 2003 03:06:39 PM Report
Makes me feel ashamed I haven't been more compassionate to the "down and outers". When I see one, I'll think of your poem and do better.
Comment By: FreeLucinda on September 15, 2003 04:58:08 PM Report
This is so sad but a true part of the everyday world, and maybe someone will be helped with this piece of great work.
Comment By: PremiumGlata on September 15, 2003 07:30:57 AM Report
How utterly touching! Margaret, you have such a wonderful way with words! How ashamed of myself I feel when I read this and wonder just how many people like this I have passed by without thinking...
I love the music to this.
Comment By: FreeLeonard Wilson on September 11, 2003 11:26:54 AM Report
Or every time I walked by a house with the lights on and saw a family getting ready for dinner and thought,what a different world they live in.I hear you,Margaret.Beautifully said'''Len
Comment By: PremiumShe Whispers on September 10, 2003 04:22:57 PM Report
ALWAYS BEAUTIFUL POEMS LADY!
WHAT A TALENT YOU HAVE!TAHNK YOU FOR ALL YOUR COMMENTS ON MY POEMS! SHEEE
Comment By: FreeDenel on September 10, 2003 04:14:26 PM Report
excellent write as usual Margaret!




 


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