Homeless

HOMELESS

The thought and desires remain the same

Even though I live in society without a name.

Wishing to belong to the main stream of life

I'm burdened and buried beneath my daily strife's.

I fell behind in the employment scene

Not much put away, I began to live unclean.

Alcohol and drugs became a choice,

I thank God I listened to His heavenly voice.

I pull and struggle despite by defeats

I receive charity for food and clothing, also shoes for my feet.

Most shelter is shabby and at times I walk the city streets

Carefully searching for a place to rest, lay my head and sleep.

Trust comes amongst those who share the life I lead.

For they are aware this is a life minus greed.

I can't disguise my fears with smiles

I become shaken with worry as would a lost child.

Simple pleasures, become impossible wants

People observing, mishievously tease and taunt.

I want good health a job and a place to live

I want to participate in my community, not just receive but also give.

I need to feel I count as well as the average man

I need to feel I belong somewhere in God's plan

Necessities are different when you have no home.

Necessities are different when you're all alone.


Thoughts Copyright 1998

Nanette M. Buchanan


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