Homeless

This is a poem sent in by Kelsey. Take the time to read it and notice the mind pictures she paints. Have you ever passed someone like this in the streets?

Worn and hungry,
Tired and abused,
Cold and hurting,
Lost and confused.

Oh, but the others!
They walk on by,
Never a glance,
Never meeting her eye.

They all get caught up
In their own little lives,
Never thinking of what
It's really like.

She wonders if they
Know what it means
To live in a box
Out on the streets.

She wonders if they
Have ever known,
The lost feeling
Of being alone.

She wonders if they
know what it's like to skip a meal
If they have any idea
How it really feels.

She wonders if they
Know what its like to hold a sign
Hoping that someone
Will give tonight.

She wonders if they
Know what it's like
To sleep in frigid weather
For the entire night

She doesn't understand why
Their comfort takes first-place
And why they don't seem to notice
Her hungry pleading face.

They say she is dirty
Yet they never gave her soap,
They say she looks too hopeless
Yet they never gave her hope.

They don't stop to imagine what she's feeling
They don't stop to imagine what it's like
They just go about their day,
Never caring about her life.

She's out there on the streets,
Watching them walk by,
Wishing they would stop and help her,
She just wants to cry.

Worn and hungry,
Tired and abused,
Cold and hurting,
Lost and confused.

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