Us and Them....R.A.Nappi
Face drawn with no smile
Anger and rage with no outlet
Discarded left to wonder alone
Weary but without rest
Stomach empty from lack of food
Eyes crying no strength for a tear
Despair but always locked inside
Who are they...But they are we
And we are one step away
From being counted as one of them
Talking to one's self for no other will listen
Seamlessly staring into an empty labernyth
Unkempt nails protruding through worn shoes
Shivering from the cold with no shelter
Hand held firmly out but no help in sight
Mothers cradle infants without comfort
Children playing without laughter or song
Who are they...But they are we
And we are one step away
From being counted as one of them.......
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Feel free to reply to any comment by clicking the "Reply" button.Very sad. Now, I'm trying hard not to cry. Whenever anyone criticizes me for giving money to panhandlers I tell them how easily we could find ourselves in that position. Whenever I can, I give money to young panhandlers because I hope, if my daughter is ever homeless and hungry that people will be kind to her.
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