| She had that dog with her all the time, Along with her possessions in that box Let me call her Lucy and her dog, Bruce They are on their own for the past three years Lost her husband four years ago, he is not dead He is lost to her, but not to the world One day, she found a puppy on the street He was pale, stranded, bruised and too hungry Lucy shared him her meal, gave him a home Called him Bruce and he is her own from that day They travel, eat, drink and sleep together Even though they have no home of their own Sleeps on the streets, in this city of the rich I heard them say all the time, with pride We are the richest country in the world ! Then why these people sleep on our streets? She had all her possessions in that box, Moving all over, where ever she goes She is on her pension, just to feed them She can’t have a place of her own, to sleep It is too expensive to have a home here She can’t afford it, and she sleeps on our streets Her man cheated her, took her possessions She was thrown out of her home and his life She is fine now, no stress, no bills to pay They have a community to share here, On the street, they have their homes among us I am scared to call them Homeless, too scared ! |
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