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 set, 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.
               Keith Garrett