Homeless

There is a part of the city, where the undesirables go,
They are there through searing heat, and even in the snow,
Society doesn't want them, and they cannot go home,
They live in an area, and they seldom do roam.

Destitute and poor, the rags that they wear,
Holes in their shoes, and unkempt matted hair,
Some ask for a dollar, to survive through the day,
Some just stare down the streets, and are lost in their way.

The smell that is present, reflects the last time they bathed,
Disease and cold night's, do they want to be saved?
What would you ask for, if you end up on the street,
What are the rules, with other homeless you meet.

Some of them were lawyers, some happy family men,
Some just ran away, from the abuse when they were ten,
Some don't hurt anyone, either sisters or brothers,
They can either be futureless, fathers or mothers.

One thing that is important, to make you stop and think,
The next time you look in the mirror, in your house above your sink,
Spare a thought for those, be it for a moment or two,
The people living on the streets, are certainly human too.