think about the homeless who have no place to go,
No bed for them to sleep in or a fire glow.
Sleeping in the rough in some cardboard box,
Taking life the hard way, taking all its knocks.
Living life so lonely as they begin to roam,
Hoping maybe someday they will find a home.
Somewhere they can stay with their own front door,
And maybe then they won't be homeless anymore.
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jim56 (
Offline) - Published: November 11th, 2026 08:49
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Even the ones who have a home are homeless
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