HOMELESS IN MILWAUKEE
poem by:
Kenvil Atkins
Written
on Jul 15, 2023
Empty wallet No pocket Living on the sidewalk Tin cup in hand Fill with sand Don’t stand a chance Not even a glance Bed of stones Could break his bones Oh for a phone Could he call home There is no dial tone Pass a bye Don’t ask why To this shy guy Hungry bellies Can't see him Your eyes are too dim He too had a dream Who knows his story? What is it to tell Knee deep in hell Waiting for the dinner bell In the eyes of the homeless
Tags: Sad, Faith, Inspirational,
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Kenvil Atkins commented on Jul 15, 2023 at 5:22pm
Yes we see them every day
As we walk on our way
pray tell who are they
