See the homeless people, living on the street

Rags hang from their bodies and tied around their feet

They shiver when it’s cold, go hungry every day

Get bitten by the flees and Lice and itch and scratch decay

Hands held out, they ask for change, but we ignore their pleas.

We turn away and then we say, just get away from me.

They don’t live long, their bodies weak and neglect just takes its toll

Many die by the road, slumped in some forsaken hole

We could be those people, if fate was cruel to us

But we are here, inside our homes, so we don’t have to fuss

Please give a thought for the hungry and homeless, living by the road

Be thankful you are lucky and it’s not your own abode

Put your hand into your pocket and spare a coin or two

And just be glad to have a home and the homeless person isn’t you