The Homeless
I saw a man standing on the corner
He held a sign, said he'd work for food
Don't make fun of this man's sorrow
Just thank God that it's not you

Once a home, nice things, a family
Then one day, his life broke into
He just  needs a hand, to pick up the pieces
You don't know him, but he sure needs you

Sleeping in a box down by the river
Thinking of the life he once knew
His warm bed was taken from him
His wife, his kids, he lost them too

The break he needs, no one will give him
He'll ask for a job but they refuse
No clothes to wear to impress them
So standing here is all he can do

That man you see there on that corner
he still has a story to tell
though his next meal might be from a trash can
the next warm bed in the local jail

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MuffyMerkado   MuffyMerkado wrote
on 11/13/2008 9:23:03 PM
IM NOT A VERY GOOD CRITIQUE CAUSE I REALLY DONT KNO WAT IM TALKN ABOUT, NUT THAT POEM TOUCHED MY HEART AND MADE ME THINK ABOUT HOW HOMELESS PEOPLE, EVEN THE SENILE ONES, NEED TO BE HELPED AND LOVED

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Synopsis
I work with the homeless every day. I give them jobs, try to make a difference. In my line of work I have the ability to do this. I am forever grateful that it is not me.
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