The Homeless
There's nowhere to go.
Survival is on the street.
Searching for something to eat.
In a shopping cart
kept wrapped in plastic trash bags
are their petty possessions.
In rain and in cold,
trying to keep dry and warm
in hideous conditions.
inspired by another member's poem
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2021
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