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| What is Homeless? by Dino Homeless is when you wake up one day with nothing to eat. Homeless is when your stomach cramps up and you don’t know how your gonna eat. Homeless is when you are so cold your don’t know what to do or where to go to get warm. Homeless is when you get kicked to the curb, society says you cant live here anymore. Homeless is when you hit rock bottom, crying why me Lord, why? Homeless is when you wake up and think of putting a rope around your neck because there is nothing left to live for. click the box to see image "my home"  |
| I Walk Down the Road Song To the tune of “Down in the Valley”, or for you youngsters “On top of Spaghetti” I walk down the road,Lonely and cold And feeling incomplete; No one to help me. Not a sin-gle soul; I’m tired and hungry No bed of my own;I Walk for shelter I take a look around;There is a shadow That’s on the moon;Light shines on the ground I remember thinking;The shadows so dark It could be lost;I watched and shivered. Just knowing it was lost;The tears came running down Looking to heavens;The shadow is mine. I hold my hands out;And cry why me? Please take me home Lord;I’m only sixteen So hungry and lonely;I’m begging of thee Please take my hand lord;Will you hear my plea? I’m one of your homeless;I know you can see I’m hungry and cold;Please hear my plea! I’m on this journey;With no one by my side I’m walking down the road;So lonely and cold. I hear a voice say;I will never leave So don’t you worry;I will walk with thee. I can’t take you home now;It’s not meant to be Just take my hand;And trust in me. I will take you home;When your mission is complete Not until then;Will you fully see me Thank you Lord;For bringing me through I’ve made it until now;And I’m forty-two By Joan Rose click the box to see image "a lone sleeper site"  Ravens They travel singularly or in pairs, not likely to have friends or family to help. They nest in the woods or even abandoned buildings. When storms knock out their nest they return to rebuild. They are successful insofar as they can procure resources from the environment and convert them for use. They must maintain a constant internal environment and avoid becoming a resource for others. Late fall the colorful leaves now on the ground. The migrant birds have left. The woods quiet except the punctuated calls of crows and croaks of ravens here and there as they flap determinately towards some unknown destination. They remain North in summer and winter going about their dubious affairs regardless of the heat or bitter cold. And they are everywhere; they are successful as they continue to live, even as they are convenient scapegoats for crop failures and the spread of disease and are relentlessly persecuted as vermin. Cindy C. Copyright- Under The Bridge Stories and Poems by Manchester's Homeless ISBN 0-9707247-0-5 BECAUSE OF YOU - by David Colburn Out on the street and maybe under a bridge, walking with blistering feet, lately it is just hard to live. Homeless once again, my friend everyday I struggle with eviction not enough rent to send no rent control now listen! Maybe someday they can walk in my shoes It's not a game to play, So many homeless lives we lose Because of you. Because of you the system, many people are hurt when will they listen how it feels to sleep in the dirt. I know there is an answer a way outta of poverty oooh its mostly because of you. click the box to see image "all I have"  Today’s Lesson Today the seasonal storm beats On my windowpane I feel inconvenienced by the shower not wanting to get errands done not wanting to get into the frenzy of traffic bright umbrellas that hurry past Puddles splash as car rush downtown people huddled under doorways waiting for rain to lighten up so they can scurry off to somewhere else blocking my entrance to the office I need to go unconvinced by the huddled masses feeling pity for my own plight walking in the rain I turn the corner to the main street more huddled masses with no place to scurry to no hot coffee in their hands no jackets on their backs rain pelts down between the cracks of their bus stop shelter drip…drip… Drip… Barry, a man waiting on his pension Danny, disabled evicted when his building was condemned last February has cash but no housing he can afford Mitchell, a chronic alcoholic, barely 30 years old Gus, taking a break having walked in the rain after registering his car with hope of better employment with wheels Brian sits apart from the group reading his Bible with his magnifying glass Nancy waits for a doctors appointment her legs swollen from some unknown cause and then there's Mark the old vet hunched over in his wheelchair no place to go no one who cares shivering from his many nights on the street a thin blanket wrapped about his legs trying to listen with old ears to the voices around him "where is my friend? ", He asks I count heads and walk on past faster is my pace, less troubled by the rain a mission in mind D & D two blocks away As I walk faster and think does anyone else care do they care and not know what to do? Its really simple, have they ever heard of random acts of kindness? -anonymous click the box to see image "some of the group" 
I used to laugh I used to laugh Life was good I used to worry about What new big boy toy I could afford this week Now I worry if I’ll find the housing I seek And I don’t laugh Anymore. -M.P. click the box to see image "its not fun and its not camping!" 
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