0 Lonely Cries, Lonely Cries
In the air there’s a feeling of loneliness
Wearing clothes tattered and torn
Hear them say, “can you spare for me a dime?”
City sidewalks, busy side walks
Crowded streets, children crying, people hurrying
Meeting frown after frown
And on the street corner, you’ll hear
“Can you spare for me a dime?”
An ambulance with strobes of lights flickers red, blue, and white
With nowhere to call home, here lies another unknown.
By Richard Smith