Homeless Man
This is what life has become
because I used drugs.
No running water or electricity
I'm living in a box you see.
Scared at night to rest my head
I sleep with one eye open.
Smoking butts from off the ground,
standing on the corner, waiting for a hand out.
People judge and criticize me
because I live on the streets.
My clothes are dirty with holes
and you can see my toes.
Huddled around a burning can
This is the life of a homeless man.
between twenty and thirty percent of homeless families surveyed in 1996 said they had
gone without food for part of the previous month (Burt, Aron, and Lee*)
1.5 MILLION = the number of children in America who go to sleep without a home each year
( coalition for the homeless)
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