This is a short poem about those who couldn’t make it on there own, the homeless. They have no where to go. They can’t find work. They’ve lost in the game of life.
She sits shivering on the street tonight.
Everyone has turned their back on her.
She has nowhere left to go.
The shelters are full and she can’t get state help.
They told her since she is over 18 and not pregnant they won’t help.
Family turned on her because she couldn’t find work.
When people pass her with her cardboard sign, they look at her with disdain.
They think she is a drugee or a con artist so they refuse to help her.
Months go by.
The cops find her dead on the streets.
She starved to death because the world turned their back on her.
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2011 unpublished work. © by Rebbecca Abernathy
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