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.

So…The insurance wrote an estimate. The construction company wrote a counter-estimate. And my house is unsafe to live in. But life still has to go on.

The face of the poor or homeless we do not notice or see.

Things I wish I could have done, but def. did!

Make up your own ending.

The homeless live among us.