Homeless

I heard her voice

It cried

I lied

I said I couldn’t hear

I turned away

She died

For the lack of us

To wrap her in our world

The streets are filled with

Paper dolls and tin can bins

And I’m filled with guilt

For me.and you and who

The rest who close their eyes

And turn away

From the tears

Of those with out a home

(C) Frank mcgivney