The Curb Poem by Joey Anderson

As you sit inside your suburban home
Safe secure and happy
Another sits upon the curb
Miserable and sappy

Life was easy for you it seems
You had it all so young
But if you think that you have it hard
Prepare to bite your tongue

There’s many upon the curb tonite
Trying to make the best
I bet one is searching for food
In his worn-out salvation army vest

And you just sit there quite and content
And don’t help them at all
Maybe you’ll feel as helpless as them
When your money runs out and you fall.