Touching hearts with wonder and cheer, finding they are in
need of love and caring the same as the rest of us.
Just because they're homeless, destitute and poor, doesn't
mean they are to be treated as lesser than ourselves.
Knowing that to be wrong, talking with them as equals and
bringing some hope and sunshine into their difficult lives.
Living on the street, many times not knowing where their
next meal will come from, what if you suddenly became one
of them?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem