To Their Fellow Man
You can see their breath upon the air
As people bustle by without a care
The homeless don’t even get a single glance
No care for thier circumstance
your small change it means alot
to you the cost of a bottle of pop
to a person on the street
it will mean they will be able to eat
A simple greeting does not cost
some peoples souls need a good defrost
A roof above my head to sleep
A bed where i can fall asleep
and some food upon my plate to eat
and a friend who will not browbeat
A friendly face a little smile
and people who don’t judge my lifestyle
Being homeless is not a crime
yet people judge you all the time
my place of birth, the way I speak
does not make me some sort of freak
a helping hand and being kind
should define all mankind
designer suits don’t define a man
but the kindness shown in their lifespan
To their fellow man
Copyright © Stephen Pennell | Year Posted 2017
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