The Homeless

They live in

cardboard boxes,

they sleep on benches

in the city park,

they have to suffer

with -40 degree weather,

having no place

else to go.

They depend on

local food banks

for their daily meals

and wish for someone

walking by,

to give spare change,

for something hot to drink.

I wish there were

some other way to

help them out in the

harsh weather of winter,

our governments don't care,

whether they live or die,

just one less

hungry mouth to feed.

Copyright Cynthia Jones


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MaryCannon Apodaca's picture

Your poem inspired me.