HOMELESS
by Jennifer Bates
They watch us passing by each day
No time to stop or words to say
Invisible to one and all
In summer, winter, spring and fall
Waiting for a dime or two
Hunger to them is nothing new
A concrete floor or wooden bench
Their daily life amongst the stench
Some of them must share the blame
Of why they choose to live in shame
While others did not have a choice
When as a child they had no voice
And with the setting of the sun
The darkness of the night will come
To find a place where they can stay
Again to face another day
So when we judge them with our eyes
The reason for their slow demise
For each of them it’s not the same
A different story behind their name
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