Helpless Homelessness - A Poem
As I was driving downtown this afternoon running errands I noticed many people walking on the streets. Many had overflowing backpacks, some were walking with others, some were walking alone. I saw two pushing shopping carts full of all of their belongings. I saw a small group of people with one of them carrying a sleeping bag. All of these people were walking towards the Lord's Diner, a place for anyone to get a hot, free meal. It sparked the following poem...
As they slump
Time for sleep
Though snow is deep
Can ‘t take it
Another one dies
They say goodbyes
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