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 © | Year Posted 2009

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April 16, 2009 at 1:46 AM
Hi Lesa when I pass someone who is homeless I think what if it was my son or daughter. I wouldn't want to pass by then. A poem from the heart thankyou. Leon
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April 15, 2009 at 9:38 PM
Lesa, your poem touched my heart. I see the homeless people, too, and wonder what can be done to help them. The homeless are growing in numbers now. I am not a wealthy person, just another struggling woman on her own, but you have inspired me to volunteer at the Salvation Army. When I had a boat, I used to bring fish to them. I no longer have the boat, but maybe there is something else I can do. Thank you for the wake up call! Love, Carolyn
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