Without a Home 2016- 58

I came up with this after watching a story on TV about a former homeless man that struggles to hand out clothing, food and bedding to the homeless ones living where he used to exist. He somehow got a job, had a place to live and now was paying back to the many that he knew when he was on the skids. People like him are one of the many heroes that are out there that do things without any wants of recognition.

Without a Home 2016- 58

Not really wanted by a society of today.

Not cared for – in any respectful or loving way

Forgotten at times, by kin of yesteryear,

Out of touch with all that held them close and near.


Dirty, hungry, cold and such,

Not asking for very much.

But, helped by those, that help those

that need it here and now,


Never enough to go around

but always looking for how.

An unseen populace that’s really

there in many of the street


Ignored by the upper class

so proper, clean and neat.

They hope someone will do something

very good and sweet,


To keep these unsightly ones

away from their eyes and feet.

The homeless, a fact of life,

not creatures to forget.


People, humans, ones once loved,

now part of the nation’s debt



Den Betts