Homeless, they are not seeing me.
Some stop and stare in silence
They don't have the word to say, but when
A child reaches out, her mother pulls away
'Do not touch that man! ' its his choice to stay.
Homeless, Out in the street with no bed
Nor a place to lay my wobble head
The pennies they drop is all i pray
But some look away filled with guilt
Thinking how i end up this way.
Homeless, Out in the cold
All i have is a tattered shirt with no replacement
From sleeping on the floor, I'm in pain
But its nothing conpare to the ice cold rain
Nor homelessness, hopelessness and loneliness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem