Didn’t start out to end up this way.
Not an intentional choice to disclaim.
Rather one forged out of necessity
With nothing by circumstance to blame.
A sigh to think we are all just a blink
Away from homelessness;
A fate to which I hate to confess
Is witnessed each and every day.
And most will view it with distress
And say, “Oh, no. Not me. No way!”
But fate can be a cruel bastard
Leaving the world in sad disarray.
Shunned… ignored… viewed with distaste…
Cursed… avoided… considered a waste….
Those who view sympathetically
Far too few to affect their reality.
Lost in a dissolute uncaring world
Where hope is a vaporous vow,
Learning by doing when doing seems futile,
The homeless survive somehow.
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