Homeless

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