Just a poem about homeless people being treated bad.
Life's just a drag,
All I've ever owned,
Is in this plastic bag.
Begging all the folks,
Just a quarter or dime,
Your wearing nice clothes,
I have none to call mine.
You look down at me,
Because I have no home,
I've been like this so long,
It's all I've ever known.
So point me out today,
And laugh until you cry,
But remember that a dollar,
Might just save my life.
Poetry by Justin
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Written on 2007-07-28 at 05:30
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Begging Change
Walking up the street,Life's just a drag,
All I've ever owned,
Is in this plastic bag.
Begging all the folks,
Just a quarter or dime,
Your wearing nice clothes,
I have none to call mine.
You look down at me,
Because I have no home,
I've been like this so long,
It's all I've ever known.
So point me out today,
And laugh until you cry,
But remember that a dollar,
Might just save my life.
Poetry by Justin
Read 601 times
Written on 2007-07-28 at 05:30
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