On The Street


Were the walking dead that stroll through your town,
though you try and deny it we know that you see us.
We walk through your town with our bedrolls and bags,
trying to earn a dollar or two.
And sometimes were just trying to stay out of bad weather
while remember times that were good.

Our hair may be unkept our beards to long and our clothes
may not be as clean.
But we still have feelings,needs,and desires the same as all of you.

So the next time you see a homeless person walking down a street
through your town.
Just a simple hello or how are you is a great pick me up when your
down.

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