Wistful hunger
Silent shame
Careworn wrinkles
What's your name?
Standing quiet
Passersby
Painful chiding
Knowing eyes.
Weathered features
Stares so rude
Cardboard signage
Work for food.
Fakers flourish
Real needs die
People bemused
I must try.
Hope is fading
Heart heavy
Cold front arrives
Rich hurry.
Slouch in doorway
Numbing sleep
Paper blanket
Please help me?
Copyright October, 2006 by Glen Alan Woods
Written out of prayerful and practical concern of the thousands in the Portland metropolitan area who struggle to survive everyday in the harsh realities of homeless life.
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