To Be Homeless

by Paige in my world of make-believe

Author's Note: they aren't that different from us...

 

 

To Be Homeless

By Clarice 7/25/08

 

You see them

Sitting on the ground

Covered in dirt and dust

In tattered and torn clothes

Their faces filled with pain.

 

You see them

As they stare at you

With clouded eyes

Pleading for your help,

But they scare you.

 

You don’t know

What it’s like to be them

To live on the streets

And watch other lucky lives

Pass them by without sympathy.

 

Would you put yourself

In their place for just one day?

Would you trade what you had

To know what it’s like

To live on the streets?

 

Would you put yourself

In their place for just one night?

Alone on the sidewalk under the

Streetlamp, with only a blanket and

The clothes on your back?

 

You see them

Dirty and ragged

How could someone live

Like that every day, with no

Food and no money.

 

You see them

As they mumble and groan

To themselves acting as if

No one else can see them

As if no one cares.

 

You don’t know

What it’s like to be them

To watch the cars and people

Pass them by, some looking in

Disgust at what they see.

 

Would you put yourself

In their place for just one day?

Would you trade what you had

To know what it’s like

To live on the streets?

 

Would you put yourself

In their place for just one night?

Alone on the sidewalk under the

Streetlamp, with only a blanket and

The clothes on your back?

 

You see them

But you find it hard

To believe they were once

Just like you and me except

Now, look at them.

 

I bet you don’t know

What it’s like to be homeless

But I bet you know it wouldn’t

Be a fun experience to

Live through.

 

I bet you don’t know

What they go through every day

But most importantly, you don’t know

How or why they got to living

On the streets.

 

You see them

But you don’t know

What they feel, what they think

So step out, talk to them, let the

Homeless know you care…

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