Good people in the cold
With the night dark and clear
Holding unto their heart-felt dreams
Pleading for roof over their heads
While some, their lives broken and hopelessly they wander
Aimlessly and in shabby clothes they beg
Unknown to them when last they have eaten
They huddle together and weep in tearless sighs till the break of dawn
For home to them is indeed a foreign word
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Wow! This is very powerful and sad. The poem almost brought tears to my eyes as you have captured the plight of homeless people so well. May we always appreciate what we have as most of us are rich compared to such unfortunate people.
Amen! Thank you Maryam. Appreciate much
Very touching poem. Very honest and heart wrenching. I always feel horrible when I see homeless people and I try to help them out as much as I can. You really captured this, and the picture is the icing on the cake! Great job, friend.
-Tamara
Thank you Tamara. You keep helping :)…. Appreciate!
You’ve painted a harrowing picture
Did i?:). Thank you, im flattered. Appreciate!
Nice work. Thanks for the ‘like’ on my rhyme G. Tc peace..
My pleasure. Thank you for dropping by too. Appreciate 🙂
Heart-rending poem and the picture strengthens the message of it ,i love it =)
Thank you. Really appreciate your visit, please do check in more often 🙂
I wiiiill =) always =)
Thank you 😀
This is very strong – and very sad.
Sad indeed. Thank you 🙂