I have always said
a poems whats in your head.
It must be emotionally tied
...
Homeless One
My heart bleeds,
who feeds
the homeless one
when the day is done?
Where does he lie?
I say with a sigh.
I love him so,
I'm not the foe.
Am I right?
No end in sight.
I pray for him,
future looks dim.
God, oversee,
please, for me...