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Being Homeless

BEING HOMELESS On a Lisbon street An elderly man was crying Trembling with cold and hungry His sadness was spreading. The street was his house Hunger was his companion Of all his needs, killing hunger Was the highest priority. He was receiving spare change To be able to kill his hunger But never enough To end his suffering. Hunger, cold and loneliness Are a severe punishment For all those condemned To be homeless. Every elder deserves respect They shouldn’t live on the street Future old people ignore That the same could happen to them. We should all reflect On the lives of the homeless So that tomorrow we won’t say That this will never happen to me. Raul Máximo da Silva Portugal

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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Date: 6/29/2020 12:01:00 AM
Well said, Raul, there are so many people living without a home, something must be done. Let me say , welcome to soup. Eve
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