Homeless In Roanoke
All the things she has
Are in her shopping buggy
And she pushes it in weather bad
To places dry but ugly
Her clothes are always dirty
And worn weeks on end
But she does not seem to worry
For a place to bathe again
She has a little place
Where she spends her time
And she goes there everyday
To relax and drink her wine
At a shelter she has lunch
And afterward watches TV
And more homeless come in bunches
To warm themselves and be
And then comes the dawn
With a grand breakfast served
And she takes food before it’s gone
And keeps it in her purse
And if she’s well again
Her buggy she’ll set aside
With a house for her things
And a car in her drive