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The concrete is no place for a person to lay their head.
Newspaper is no fit to be a bedspread.
A cardboard box should not be considered a home.
This is how it is, so around the city they roam.
Going through the garbage just to find something to eat.
This is part of everyday life, living on the street.

We pass them by every single day, but they remain
faceless, because we turn away. We give them turkey on
thanksgiving and dinner on Christmas day; Never the gift
they really need, a warm safe place to stay.

We offer our sympathy and so many empty words,
while the true cries for help are never heard.
I write this not to offend anyone, only to
make you aware, that if we don't do something,
they will always be "out there".

Gaynell Kendrick

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The following comments are for "Out There"
by oracleone

I like this. It really got me to think and that is how I mark a good poem, a good writer. Nicely done.

( Posted by: silentgoodbye [Member] On: February 20, 2006 )

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