Lives Stripped of Fun
Living on the street
disheveled and beat:
they're labeled abject losers,
unkempt, filthy freaks
without baths for weeks,
street thugs and drug abusers.
From homeless beggars
to teen bootleggers:
caring souls can feel their pain;
and offer up change.
An award exchange:
though their paths won't cross again.
So much damage done
to lives stripped of fun,
now forced to live on the street.
Alone, without friends;
no chance for amends,
exposed to the cold and heat.
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