Homeless
The person that is homeless a displaced
soul. He wanders here and there, with no
special place to go.
They worry about where to sleep, food to
eat or clothes to ware. Each day is an act
of survival, praying," God send someone
who will cares."
Most believe that all homeless are stupid,
lazy fools. I'm here to tell you that
perception just isn't true.
For I am educated and lazy, I think not, it
was unforeseen circumstances that
brought me to my lot.
I am a person just like you. I contribute to
the human race, so when you see me on
the streets, please judge me not in haste.
Copyright © Rev. Elizabeth Anderson | Year Posted 2014
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