A DIFFERENT KIND OF HOME
I thought about it a little more recently as I stroll through the park,
So sad it is for some of them as they are hard working and lost everything.
For others, there are no excuses only bad choices or criminal doing,
Some get lost in the cracks as the help that is for them needed does not care.
We have homeless heroes, how is it possible when they gave their all,
Some are sick and hurt as they lost more than their material life.
A different kind of home they now have, not what they remember,
Let me describe it to you, some of us are a paycheck away, maybe a day.
The roof over their head may be a clear sky or a rainy night,
The walls around them are not the same as they often change.
A couch wherever they sit, a bed wherever they rest their head,
Television sets, that which is taken in by their wishing eyes.
A shower for granted taken each day, when will a shower come their way,
gone now is the refrigerator that was, like an animal they search now.
A different kind of home not that they can call their own, they roam,
Circumstances of why, many reasons you see, sadness wears many feet.