Help Me Change My Town (Poverty) Poem by A. P. Hancock

Dedicated to All Our Homeless Friends Around the World

I saw my old friend Cal today, with ten things on my mind
Should I go here to do this and that, or stay and bide my time
Should I seek to play the game with those, who climb the ladder high
Should I slip into the bitter room, with those who moan and cry

My thoughts were filled with many things, important things it seemed
But then I thought of Cal’s concerns, and Cal’s important things
He was thinking about another day, with no place to call his own
He was thinking about the night ahead, being cold and all alone

As I passed in front of the Big Ole House, I felt ashamed of me
To think that I was so consumed, with things like J and T
The thing I needed most of all, was a heart for people down
I prayed the Lord would give me one, and help me change my town