A warm bed to sleep in and three meals a day
I cannot complain life with me is okay
Many homeless people sleeping on park benches tonight
Life for them one can say is far from all right
It is not their choice to be homeless despite what some think or say
They did not choose for to live in this way
In so called wealthy Nations millions in poverty
No advantage to them in capitalism and democracy
In a World where money only matters the losers are compassion and empathy
Far too few who feel compassion for others in the Human World of the twenty first century
I have never been homeless or been a refugee
Compared to many i am lucky this is how it seems to me
With a house to live in and enough food for to eat what more does one need
I have always been lucky quite lucky indeed.
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This provokes thought that homeless people sleep at night outside in park. Human world is amazing. Getting compassion in life we feel lucky. Interesting sharing this is really.10