Homeless

Brother can you spare a dime? Brother do you got the time? To think about me, brother can’t you see? That I am a person, I do exist. Even though I live in the street, We all have human needs to meet. Don’t judge me because you think that I am no good, I am not evil, just misunderstood. I could have had a family, a daughter, a wife, I was a father, a brother, a son, a life. Once I was as proud as you, now I have nothing to do, But hang my head, waiting to be dead. It hurts to hear what people say, I didn’t want to end up this way. But life has many twists and turns, Ups and downs, good times and bad times one learns. When you pass me on this dreary day, Try to remember a prayer to say, Thank God when you do, It will help not only me, but also you. Compassion Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Line Gauthier 6/3/19