I was walking down the street,
I saw a man wearing tattered clothes.
I looked down he had no shoes on his feet,
But he just smiled and said " Hello".
I thought, how can someone with nothing be happy,
I asked him where he lived.
The tone in his voice was real raspy,
And he said " In a box with nothing to give."
I just put my head down and thought,
What if that was me with no shoes or home.
I said to myself I'm lucky to have what i got,
His hair looked as if he had no comb.
No one even cares about them,
Or knows if they are dead or alive.
I still wander about him,
Is he strong enough to survive?
Now i can honestly say I know how he felt,
No home, shower, shoes or even money.
I have very little that was a raw hand i was dealt,
But I do have a car, shoes and my hunny.
Does anyone even care what happens?
Not a soul cares about The Homeless,
On the streets we will dwell together.
My home and Family I sure do miss.
By: Lucy Wilson
09/18/06
A friend is........
Someone you can laugh with
joke and play with
Someone you can confide in. A friend is.........
Someone who gives u their shoulder
to cry on
And always understands.
A friend is.........
Someone who picks you up
when you are blue.
Someone who is kind and true.
A friend is..........
Someone special and close to you
someone who is always there.
A friend is...........
In my eyes is a
special someone like you.
BY:Lucy Wilson
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