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
Awesome poem well done great stuff
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