The homeless person is one who everywhere roams
without a roof over their head like people's homes.
They move from place to place with the sky as shelter
embracing those extremes: hunger, cold and swelter.
At times people try to help when they're seen in need
and offer them a place to stay as a good deed.
However they're very few and far in between
as their number is growing yearly it is seen.
A sign of the times depicting hardship and strife
by those who are living an impoverished life.
Many are the causes that have brought them to bear
this cloak of poverty which they now seem to wear.
Though homeless and hopeless they all just seem to be
there are those who regard themselves as being free;
from all the shackles that bind many people today
to a life of lust and greed which leads them astray.
When they are judged too harshly injustice has ruled
the bigger picture may not be grasped if unschooled.
Compassion and mercy are virtues we must show
in treating homeless people we may come to know.
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© 2019 George Krokos
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