The Homeless Cry Poem by aida melesse
The Homeless Cry
Show me the way to my home
can’t wander around without knowing
Where I’m ending
Where I’m sleeping
Not at night in the street
without a light
Can handle the day
Cannot do the night.
then I hear a voice
A friend calling
Come to my home
You’re most welcome.
And yet again
Another one
I’m on my way to get you
Come dear
Come here
And stay with me.
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