A Sonnet For The Homeless

[Nancy Crossman]

Where do they go in the daytime?
Seems I never see them around.
Maybe they’re not that obvious,
Or they don’t want to be found.

If they were standing right next to me,
Wouldn’t I know somehow?
Don’t they look different from you and me?
I was sure they did, until now.

They are the poor and homeless,
With no place to call their own,
I’ve seen them sleeping in the streets,
A cardboard box their home.

Some of them have jobs you know,
And they work hard all day long.
But they must choose between food and a home,
And that is morally wrong.

There’s a serious lack of humanity,
In the world as we know it today.
So if a poor soul reaches out to me,
I will never turn them away.

[Laurita]

I agree with Jodi. This is a song in the making. Great job.

[Nancy Crossman]

Thanks All!

[Scarlett Rose]

that last sentence gets one of these: w-o-w.

excellent.

and welcome to six sentences!

[JMac]

This reads and feels like music. I appreciate your love towards mankind and your willingness to speak the harsh truth of the matter. Fantastic!

[Jeanette Cheezum]

This is a heartfelt poem that is vivid and strong. :)