Homeless

Homeless

Homeless and helpless I roam down the street,
Hoping and praying for a Samaritan to meet.
I want to shout and need to cry,
Am I invisible to those who pass by?

“He needs a bath, could do with a shave.”
Can’t you see these things I crave?
A nice hot meal would fill me up,
Tea or coffee, please buy me a cup.

You look with distaste, this must be his choice.
Yet homelessness would end if you used your voice.
You give money to feed those far away,
Yet you walk past the needy every day.

Now I’ve met people to whom I wouldn’t have spoke,
They have no possessions, yet still share a joke.
With nothing to live for, you just want to concede.
Feelings are nothing if there’s no hurt when you bleed.

You feel content, you have it all.
You think you’re safe, you can’t fall.
Please think again as I’m living proof,
It’s not that hard to lose your roof!

Freestyle poetry. Each stanza is a quatrain and I follow an AABB rhyme scheme.