An ongoing problem in society.

Poem.

I put myself into the shoes of a homeless person who has no money. Don’t worry about me, I have enough money. It’s just I feel so bad for the homeless or other poor people.

This poem is about the homeless children.

Poem by Tony Henninger.

A short poem about the home less.

This poem is dedicated to all homeless people in the world.

While backpacking through Europe, I was approached by countless homeless mothers looking for money. Despite my internal moral struggle, the apathy soon replaced the pity. This poem reflects those critical moments when instead of facing the problem, I ran the other way.

Opposites may bring out a new reality in our lives with the homeless calling the shots.

Homeless in New Orleans.