the fellow on the street
has no home
and on the unfriendly streets
he roams

not that you'll hear him complain
of the conditions he lives in
he takes every day as it comes
and he'll smile at you with a beaming grin

his world is far from ideal
it has little appeal
yet he contends
with it as this is his deal

he counts himself lucky
though he's in an adverse situation
not having four walls
in a permanent location

he and his like
have no status in society
they are the people
who've been forgotten so expediently

look in the park and the subways
you'll sight people like them on any day

a roof for shelter
a place of warmth
is well out of their grasp
there is nothing
in their empty clasp

tonight as you sleep in your tepid beds
give a thought to those who are taking rest
in outdoor climes
without a cover
on their shivering frames
this is the picture you should hold in your head
when you're thinking of how bad things are for you
as there are many people
doing it
much much tougher than you

that fellow will greet you
on your run in the park
and his appearance
will make you look very stark

a lonely teen throws his dinner out in fury
because he desires company more than to fill his tummy.

a brother is busy telling his two younger brothers a bedtime story,
to distract them from repining about the lack of food in their tummy.

the lonely teen blankets himself, weeping silently,
how everyone disregards him even his own family.

meanwhile, the brother found a piece of steak in the alley,
happy, he was glad that they could live for another three days, at least.

and while the lonely teen in his warm blanket crying,
the three siblings in their cardboard blankets, smiling.