Homeless
Homeless
When you're tucked up in bed on a cold winters night just think of the homeless and their terrible plight.
They're not all on drugs or drink as some think. Just afraid and alone with no one to phone, no one they can call to take them home.
They wern't always like this you know,having to beg on the streets they feel there's no hope .With lifes daily challenges how do they ever cope.
They were babies once then children to, they grew up with hopes and dreams just like you do.What happened to them ? To make them this way, for life is just pointless and filled with dismay.
People walk by in their own wrapped up world their heads down or looking the other way ,invisible to them the homeless are ,and we all have our struggles and crosses to bear and life goes on the same everywhere.
Copyright © Lisa Hobbs | Year Posted 2020
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