Homeless

I made the trip purposely,
Just to keep in touch,
And to think of what I might see,
Is always twice as much,

Under bridges,
Under cardboard,
Severe winds casted,
Far from what they've asked for,

Little children stirring,
Old men shake hands,
Beer bottles rolling,
No one day is ever planned,

Often hungry,
Always embracing a sign,
Making it very known
What things are on their mind,

I just came to chat today,
For the sake of conversation,
A day away from luxury,
Today is my vacation,

Sometime's it's all that's asked,
Just to show a little love,
All of them haven't been there long,
Nor is everyone on drugs,

Instead they've lost their jobs,
No family to depend on,
Mother is hidden in a created domain,
In the chrubbery trying to be strong,

And how might we ever judge,
Lest our last bite come upon us,
Lest our families be casted,
Upon the "wind blown" dust,

So the next time we complain,
The next time we tend to judge,
Think about how the dirt doth feel,
Especially when it's mud..