Wrong Time To Be Homeless Poem by Dorsey Baker
Wrong Time To Be Homeless
You see the snow
its coming down
its white all around
wrong time of the year to be homeless
no money in your pocket
nowhere to go
Its winter time
and living on the street
just aint no place to be
waiting for the weather to break
but no change do you see
Wrong time of the year
to be homeless
no money in your pocket
nowhere to go!
A touching poem.. I remember the refugees who are suffering in tents, nothing in hand to keep themselves warm.. Yes wrong time to be homeless... Thanks Dorsey
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5/6/2024 7:36:55 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Dorsey, such a tearjerking poem👍👍👍