Homeless
HOMELESS
oh those hopeless eyes
i hear he sleeps in a box
“whirlpool” is the name
at the soup kitchen
he gums a bowl of hot soup
with many others
to him i’m thankful
he has shown the other side
i kiss my wife kids
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2010
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