Struggle


Begging for money,
You can see on streets,
Holding up signs.
Underneath the street's lights,
Shivering in the cold.
These are the struggles that they face.
They treasure, the things they have.
Rattling of cans with very few coins.
No one is listening,
You reach for help once more.
Hoping someone will take you under their wing.
Always ending up on the wrong side.
These are the struggles, they face.
These are the struggles, they live.
This is their life.

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