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
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