When I have saved enough
I have this plan; this desire to help
Statistically speaking, there were 560, 000 + homeless people on the streets of America in 2019 alone
As we drive by them; they sit or stand, grimy, foul, and unclean
They hold posters or ask for our spare change so that they may survive
It breaks my heart, despite how infinitesimal it may already be
Every time
I see them, the rejects, the outcasts of society
I offer them a smile, and whatever it is I can
If they need food or a new blanket/ clothes or new shoes
I will stop whatever I am doing and help in whatever way I can because I am not in a rush
In our society today, it appears that we are in a hurry
Society does not stop
Society does not care
They see a smudge of dirt on a sidewalk another human being occupies
Because we have forgotten that they are, like us, people
We race against time as though every single second we hurry is another second we live
Rather than slowing down to truly cherish the seconds
The seconds that pass by us every moment
Think; if only for a moment, we are in the present
But now we are not
This now is already passing us by as you gaze upon this line
I would ask you to take a moment to reflect upon that line
But we are in a hurry; you probably wouldn’t
I could end this right there
And that would be my message
But it’s not my message
I often write and lose track of my message
The message that floats inside my head, knocking down books of knowledge and pictures of memories
My head is something I need to clean out
It’s getting full of random thoughts or questions I wish I had the answer to
Oh my, I’m sorry, I did it again
I got off-topic because my mind has no place to rest, it has no place to stay,
So it wanders and wanders, looking for its own place to lay its own head
We cannot sleep on the streets, in alleyways or rest on unused benches
Because we are scarred and filthy
And we have no hope
We have no hope that tomorrow will be any different
Because we have faced the reality of not having a home or a safety net to fall back on
As I bring this to an end, all I challenge is this;
Carry a case of water in your car or some loaves of bread or both
And when you see a homeless person, remember that they are a human being
And share with them water/bread/food
They need not money if you have; if you can help them in other ways
Do not rush by, but try to help
Ask yourself this: If I end up without a home, would I survive all on my own?
May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 3:55 PM UTC
When I have saved enough
I have this plan; this desire to help
Statistically speaking, there were 560, 000 + homeless people on the streets of America in 2019 alone
As we drive by them; they sit or stand, grimy, foul, and unclean
They hold posters or ask for our spare change so that they may survive
It breaks my heart, despite how infinitesimal it may already be
Every time
I see them, the rejects, the outcasts of society
I offer them a smile, and whatever it is I can
If they need food or a new blanket/ clothes or new shoes
I will stop whatever I am doing and help in whatever way I can because I am not in a rush
In our society today, it appears that we are in a hurry
Society does not stop
Society does not care
They see a smudge of dirt on a sidewalk another human being occupies
Because we have forgotten that they are, like us, people
We race against time as though every single second we hurry is another second we live
Rather than slowing down to truly cherish the seconds
The seconds that pass by us every moment
Think; if only for a moment, we are in the present
But now we are not
This now is already passing us by as you gaze upon this line
I would ask you to take a moment to reflect upon that line
But we are in a hurry; you probably wouldn’t
I could end this right there
And that would be my message
But it’s not my message
I often write and lose track of my message
The message that floats inside my head, knocking down books of knowledge and pictures of memories
My head is something I need to clean out
It’s getting full of random thoughts or questions I wish I had the answer to
Oh my, I’m sorry, I did it again
I got off-topic because my mind has no place to rest, it has no place to stay,
So it wanders and wanders, looking for its own place to lay its own head
We cannot sleep on the streets, in alleyways or rest on unused benches
Because we are scarred and filthy
And we have no hope
We have no hope that tomorrow will be any different
Because we have faced the reality of not having a home or a safety net to fall back on
As I bring this to an end, all I challenge is this;
Carry a case of water in your car or some loaves of bread or both
And when you see a homeless person, remember that they are a human being
And share with them water/bread/food
They need not money if you have; if you can help them in other ways
Do not rush by, but try to help
Ask yourself this: If I end up without a home, would I survive all on my own?