Lying on the streets
Would there will be tommorrow
To people who live on the streets
A mind stung with sorrow
And needs that cannot be meet
They bend their back everyday
Laboring for the load
Stretch their muscle for a day
A life behind the curve
When the sunny day is over
Where would they be
Curled their body in the corners
Who matters them anyway
And who would bear this truth
Of wacky existence
Are those who build bridges and towering roofs
Or those in the wall of competence
To people who live on the streets
A mind stung with sorrow
And needs that cannot be meet
They bend their back everyday
Laboring for the load
Stretch their muscle for a day
A life behind the curve
When the sunny day is over
Where would they be
Curled their body in the corners
Who matters them anyway
And who would bear this truth
Of wacky existence
Are those who build bridges and towering roofs
Or those in the wall of competence
This Poems Story
i pondered on this idea after my neighbor borrowed my slingshot
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