Homeless People Have Feelings To
i remember what it was like to be poor
when i lived in a van with nothing more
one pair of clothes was all i had
when i saw the kids at the park it always made me sad
things are different and i am not poor anymore
but i stiill see homeless people
when i walk out of a store
he sits on the sidewalk waiting for money to fill his can
but people can care less about that homeless man
a homeless women sleeps outside in the cold
while those ungiving people sleep in a bed made of gold
why do you people look away from the poor
and say what should i help them for
you would not want them to do that to you
so maybe you should think about what you do
so lets start giving what do you say
and give these people some better brighter days.
Copyright © Lesa Donaghy | Year Posted 2009
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