The Homeless

Watching them desire

Stomach trembling,

Hair frizzy,

Losing hope,

Hope that seems so close but yet so far

Barely living

No one knows how he or she appeared in that

Position.

To see how much One Dollar can cost a Million

For them.

To see how much small shelter can seem like a

Mansion.

Society has given up on them.

But I haven’t.

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