People Problems

Homeless

The faint rumbling,
of a heater in the background.
Or perhaps the air conditioning even,
your eyes could be straining,
to read at this hour.
Or the sun could be shining,
bringing creativity.

Regardless, have you eaten?
Have you said thank you?
Or have you taken this gift,
for granted, forgotten.
We all do,
Its okay.

As you yawn,
wipe your baggy eyes,
and stretch out.
Ponder, the many people
Who fall asleep simultaneously,
those comforters keeping you snug.
Forestalling you from dying of exposure.

That home you or your parents,
pay rent for.
Clothe, you, feed you, provide a home.
Or perhaps you do it yourself.
Some aren't that fortunate.
Some haven't an ounce of happiness,
you've ever so fortunately recieved.

The wind whistles,
chilling them to the bone.
Cars roar past,
sewers gurgle,
and drunks yell gibberish.
This is reality for some.
The repugnant stench of weed.
Rats the size of meatloaves,
scurrying by their feet.

The homeless,
long lost,
shattered souls.
Everyone has pain.
Pain is diverse,
It kills all in a variety of ways.
But some days,
look out into the sunset,
ponder what you've accomplished.
In a week's time.

You've helped an elderly lady,
retrieve her wallet perhaps?
Gave a child a few extra cents,
to afford that icecream they crave.
Flashed a smile at a mother,
and her wailing child.
Offered a calming hand,
to a stressed friend.

Keep an open mind,
not everyone is having a great day.
You are one of billions, in an ample world.
Ever been in a crowd? Ever felt smothered?
Their lives are like movies altered by each teensy decision.
As is yours, the homeless once had movies.
They did, but now those movies are but worn down DVDs.
Broken, busted, and beaten DVDs they are the homeless.

Whatever you've been granted, whether poor, middle-class, wealthy or etc. The things you do may be tiny compared to the world. But to the people effected it means the world.  Have a lovely day my dearest readers.