Being able to sit, walk, talk, dance, adn play,
It all makes me wonder.
Wonder how they can survive the pain.
The ones with kimo, lung, and other cancers.
I want to cry,
Cry for all of them.
People sit back and relax in their recliners,
Not worried about the needed.
Just about the wanted.
But when I walk
Down the street,
In the park,
Or even take a look outside,
I wonder what it is like
With no home,
With no shelter.
Then I think,
They have no one to talk to,
No one to celebrate holidays with,
No one to love them.
At this point I just want to cry.
I want to help them get a donation service or something.
Something to help them.
Just for them,
No one else.
Donations for all the homeless, unsheltered, unbathed.
People who need a real life to live on.
A life we have.
A life we dont need but want.
A life we can give a little of to someone else.
These people,
That are homeless and sick,
Need a little of your life, my life,
And a little of everyone elses life that are around you.
Clothes for them,
Feed for them,
Even care for them.
They may despise you in some way,
But they admire, love, and thank just as much.