Don’t put us down, until you understand, where
we are coming from without a helping hand.
We’re all alone, my husband walked away.
He left us to fend for ourselves each and every day.
You look at my children and me without sympathy.
Walk a mile in our shoes and then you’ll see.
Life is not what we expected it to be.
We will do our best to reach prosperity.
You call us welfare bums laugh at our tattered clothes.
The hurt felt inside, only God knows.
Soon to become equals among the human race,
tools needed to prosper, has finally taken its place.
We now walk on our own, holding our heads high.
No helping hand needed in order to get by.
God walked beside us through heartache and pain.
Giving gifts of opportunity, our lives to gain.
We will never forget those hard and trying days.
Welfare provided by the Lord in so many ways.
Now life has changed its course, we are in the
drivers seat, we’ll never turn our backs on
anyone we meet.
I have seen great human beings walking in tattered clothes. beautiful poem, Melvina. Love, Sandra
a heart warming read and quite a reminder to those whose hearts are less compassionate.Great write...thank you for sharing. peace and love rain
Excellent write Melvina, no not all welfare bums, have you seen Brian Dorn's 'Could Be', you and he have an excellent take on this. Welfare cannot afford the rents that are asked for here. All the best, Diane
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
words to live by...great positive message here, Melvina. i need to do more to help others where i might...thanks for reminding me. -Tailor