" Man Without a Home "
by Linda A. Murray
" I sometimes wonder why i'm here,
I haven't money,
Wordly goods or cheers,
I'm the man on the street without a home.
The one you can't look at when you throw stones.
Not looking at me doesn't make me go away,
I will be here each and everyday.
The reasons why my life is like this,
Could go on a very long list.
It really doesn't matter how i got here.
The thing that matters is will i bring you tears.
Are you compassionate or are you weak.
These are the things that i seek ".
What if we become one of them ....?
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