Down on their luck
always they roam
with stomachs empty
not having a home
Many quite proud
even in pain
not wanting much more
than to avoid man's disdain
Sure they're on corners
begging nickels and dimes
we would be too
if we'd had their hard times
All they're trying to do
is survive till tomorrow
could there be some small way
to relieve some of their sorrow
It wouldn't take much
a meal, maybe shoes
you'll see a smile develop
as you lift them from the blues
Just a small cup of kindness
from down in you heart
though it may not seem like much
it's a pretty good start
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