Help Them Poem by Randy McClave

To you he may be homeless
To which he will readily confess,
And how he ended up that way
No one wants to listen and they don't care today.
A piece of cardboard covers him from the rain
No one cares about his grief or his pain,
He asks you for change while standing there
But, instead you'll give him your prayer.

To you he is just a worthless drug addict
To his temptations all finds a conflict,
He is always stoned or messed up or either high
And why is he, no one truly asked him why.
No one cares about his addiction
No one worries about his affliction,
And whenever he is flying in the air
For him, you say you will give him your prayer.

To you he is just a sad pathetic drunk
Who is uncontrollable and smells like a skunk,
You always see him drinking
Never you say is he ever thinking.
He always wears the very same clothes
He never smells like a rose,
And when his misfortune with others he needs to share
For him, you will give another prayer.

To you that is not someone's son, uncle or grandson
They are homeless, an addict, a drunk and a bum,
But, once before when they were a child
Loved ones like you protected them all from the wild.
Now the same people hurries when they see them on the street
They give themselves excuses why them they won't greet,
Please don't judge and just pray for them
Help also all people like him.

Randy L. McClave