See the man sleeping on the street
You walk by and don’t seen to care
But inside the thought lingers
What if it was me lying there?
See the woman on the corner panhandling
You may drop some change you may not
After you pass by her you start to wonder
Would I, like her, be all but forgot?
See the child looking dirty and unclean
You feel pity, but after a while you think
Would your child look like this
If you were into homelessness sink?
These things may not be nice to read
Or even think about for that matter
But it’s what we all have to face today
Rich or poor, you could be the former or the latter.