This Poem Embodies Compassion
Who Cares?
By Pauline Thompson
He drifts around the city streets,
The lonely old man, dishevelled.
With nothing to drink, or to eat,
Nowhere to go, nowhere to sleep.
His face is dirty, his hands are black,
By Pauline Thompson
He drifts around the city streets,
The lonely old man, dishevelled.
With nothing to drink, or to eat,
Nowhere to go, nowhere to sleep.
His face is dirty, his hands are black,
Move forward in life by taking one small step at a time.
Writer, book editor, proofreader & founder of www.rawritersforhire.com and www.medium.com/small-steps, moving forward in life, one small step at a time.