JUNE 16, 2023 POETRY Temporarily homeless ANONYMOUS Sitting by the side of the road, Walking for miles and miles. Saving pop bottles to cash in. Wondering how you'll get your next meal. "Homelessness? Things happen. You're fine. Don’t spend money on drugs," they say. But they don’t know the half of it. And who said anything about anyone using drugs when maybe they're just down and out? Use, abuse, take take take. Is that how you find the way out of your situation? There’s a better approach called give and take, When both have something to offer. Trains, planes, buses, and cars... Who knew, all the fusses we make about affording fares and gasoline. But we all have to get somewhere, somehow and sometime. Why not just enjoy the idea of traveling? Life is so short, why all this suffering? Crying, hurting, starving, thirsting... And do you have it made when you have many things? Who knew material goods could mean so little when what you need is love and compassion? She's young, she's innocent, she's homeless, so let’s take advantage... You're old, you're unclean, you're mean, so she'll run the other direction. Who's in her corner fighting for her? Parents, family, friends, you just don’t see. I don’t need your kind of "saving." And they look out for me so I'm not as alone as I seem. Where oh where can I go to sleep tonight? All I need is a place to lay my head at night, a job and some money. Who knew life could be so hard, unemployed. It should be that I'm employed and well set. GROUNDCOVER NEWS 9
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