Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Homeless, Still Human

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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