ode to the homeless who cannot identify themselves
who often are too cold, too broken to speak who get forgotten far too often. Ode to the homeless who do not celebrate anything new all is normally lost but they are often majestic in their manner.
Ode to the ones who give as much as they can who converse with them.
Over the years this situation has worsened but for homeless who survive and sometimes find a home they do not forget the homeless and those who have less.
Bland as these words are there are no rhymes, not much encouragement but the hope that their lives can be saved.