Homeless, less home

The dreams so forgotten,
River flows refuse down
To oblivion sewn across
Bitter sounds in shell grounds

Life winds down
As age passes round
In town the lost find homes
In streets, safe and unsound

To the structure caught down
Pavement clutches mounds
Face the hope of gaining
For now, no complaining

Shelter round
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Comments

Anonymous said…
A harsh indightment of the way we treat the unfortunate.
Paulog30 said…
Yes, and also, the homeless, as I have learned, are very harsh with each other and the self!