Life Drags Out of Plastic Bags
His life does not progress; it drags.
The few possessions he has are in plastic bags.
He has little or nothing to eat, but his heart still beats.
He has no place to call his home. He lives on the streets.
Nobody he knows is willing to give him a new start.
Life is not living when it is out of a shopping cart.
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