On the Streets

I saw you waiting there In your dirty pants and Uncombed Hair. I was watching as you took the cup of coffee from the couple next to me. while they smoked, and talked of a vacation they were about to take. They never noticed you. so sure were they that Life held only good for them. Near the ashtrays must be an awful place to wait and hope. I could see the excitment in your eyes when people would stop there to talk. How many packs of crackers and half-eaten candy bars did you take that Morning. How many Half smoked cigarettes did you add to your own pack. How many did you smoke. As I rode the elevator Up to My Mother's Hospitol room. I prayed for you. Lord Bless the young man who hopes and waits Invisible; Out by the Smokers Bless his Tattered gray Backpack Hanging low on his skinny hips. Fill it with good things and not just bites and bits of left-over goods. and half smoked Butts. Of Camels and Cools. Give him a place to warm Himself and a safe place to dream and a dream to take him from the streets. Yes I prayed for you and For all the others who's lives are Lived on the Streets!