The cardboard roof does little to keep the icy rain and bone-chilling cold from compounding his pain. Looked upon as a piece of worthless trash, he is invisible to passersby..
Perhaps if they realized they were just one paycheck away from his Hell, they’d offer him a bit more sympathy.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Will work for food, the sign they show
Please help a vet down on his luck
Diverting their eyes the passersby go
Life on the street a vicious cycle they’re stuck
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Hey there mister can you spare a dime
Or maybe a buck to try to get home
Would it be possible to give me some time
We’re so tired of being in the cold all alone
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We could be your sisters and your brothers
We used to have jobs, families and homes
We could be your fathers and your mothers
Hungry and weary, nothing but skin and bones
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Obligated as humans should we be one to another
Practicing what we preach by seeing to the needs of the other
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
