Paul White Poet Rhyme

Being human

There are  hundreds of our people homeless living  on our streets, 
the exhausted, sad faces of those in defeat

Wrapped in a blanket, just trying to survive as people pass by
Not even knowing that  they are alive. 

No shoes on their feet,  clothes dirty and in rags, they  carry their memories in 
carrier bags

These were once people who once had a life, a home and a job. Maybe some children and a wife.

They might be veterans who had to fight in some war-torn places
But now, they are shadows without any faces

Sleeping in that blanket on the floor could be a sister or a brother, maybe a forgotten  father or even a mother  

This is happening now. It’s not from a book. They are in plain sight, but we turn our heads away and we refuse to look

Walking out for a meal or maybe a dance, we don’t give them a second thought or even a glance.

Not all the homeless people want to live a life on the street  they want a home and a warm bed to sleep

If you ever see someone who is homeless, don’t turn your head to look the other way. Stop and ask if they are OK.

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