Homeless

I pass the homeless on the street
And look and wonder why
 I walk to dine in your fine home
Then eat but want to cry
I am you see between the two
And pray that when I die
I'm not alone and on some street
With others passing by
So next  time as I walk on pass
And see them in their sty
Unlike before I'll stop and ask
If I can help or try
Each one's a Mom or Dad or Son
Or worse....a Daughter...sigh!
We're just a paycheck or so
From meeting eye to eye
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