Forgotten
(Philadelphias Homeless)
I think we've all forgotten
What a struggle really is
Ignoring what's gone rotten
In the lives none want to live....
With a stench of hope still dwelling
From the smell of yesterday
Upon a homeless man fortelling
What will truly waste away...
It may be just his choices
Or some other circumstance
That's drowning out the voices
That could give him one more chance...
But sadly with each tear that falls
That is never to be seen
Is a call to end it all
Dying slowly in between...
But when I get the moment
To give back what I receive
I pray that their atonement
Gives them back what they believed...
Terry
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