Tired, aching, fingers worn
Life in shambles, clothes are torn
Desperately searching, seeking a home
Feeling lost, all alone
No one to shelter, protect, befriend
No one to see things through to the end
Neglected and wanting,
Hoping for anything but getting less
Out on the corner with a sign:
Will work for food. God Bless.
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