Homeless
Homeless
A house is not a home
If there is no love in it
A house is not a home
If we don't feel safe
A house is just bricks and mortar
It's the people in it that make it a home
If you live in comfort
You'll never want to roam
Others are not so fortunate
For their home is on the street
They have no bed to sleep in
And no decent food to eat
They rely on the kindness of strangers
Who may part with their loose change
Some people cross the street to avoid them
And look at them as if they're strange
The homeless are the same as you and I
They're someone's estranged father or mother
They could be on a missing persons list
And be someone's sister or brother
Not all of those who beg
Are genuinely in need
Sometimes they have a house and car
Their begging is just greed
I think of those ex-servicemen
With no roof over their head
They used to fight for their country
Now a pavement is their bed
Society doesn't care
And the government care even less
I can't see a solution
In this world that is a mess
Copyright © Jenny Linsel | Year Posted 2017
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