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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