I don't quite understand,

how everyone else is blessed,

with wamth

with love

With A home and a family

and others don't have that,

If you saw me in twenty years,

sat on a street corner,

begging for change then it begins to rain

all I have on I a torn pair of jeans

a faded tee-shirt and a pair of gloves,

would you take me in?

if it were you, I'd have you washed,

Dried,

feed and clothed,

you could take my bed and I'd take the sofa,

I would give anything to help anyone,

If you don't understand the pleas,

the tears,

the heart ache,

go live like that for a year, I'd bet you'd understand then.