Poem From My Book Inspired By The Father
Homeless
A man on the corner
Selling bread for a dime
Life is passing surely
He is running out of time
How sad is his heart
Card board box for a home
Many worlds apart
Standing alone
Often the tears flow
More than he can stand
In reality trouble lives on
For this homeless man
The child next door
Only thirteen years of age
Suffers from hunger
Her mind is a deadly cage
No food to eat
The water well runs dry
She feels sadness and defeat
Her life is all a lie
How can one so young
Hurt so bad
She is not the only sad little girl
There are other homeless children in the world
Homeless
In the open
Running wild
Lonely sad
Lost
Like a little child
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