Words by Terry Stewart 1/20/2013

Darkness brings a cold chill
To those without a home
Huddled under concrete eves
They seek shelter till the dawn

Friendless faces cross their path
With haunting eyes they scorn
Seldom giving comfort
To the lonely and forlorn

The homeless have their history
The blame is often born
From riches lost or tragedies
Through no fault of their own

The days are long and lonely
The help they need is scarce
The begging feeds their stomachs
But does nothing for their fears

The pain they feel from illness
They know they bare
But the fate they fear is loneliness
Rejection and despair.


Copyright © 2014 Terry Stewart