Monday 6 July 2020

HOMELESS

It's so hard to walk past you
And know I can't help more
Than some coins in your hand
As I walk through the door

Coins that will no doubt
Become a coffee to keep you warm
As you huddle on the sidewalk
No shelter from harm

I don't know what brought you here
Was it some kind of mistake?
A breakup, a bankruptcy
Something too hard to take?

We're not so different, you and I
I am still homeless only in disguise

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