Hunger strikes we can’t control,
It’s always needed never on parole.
Living on the streets not from here,
He asked for cash or food not near.
i offered a warm shower and cold drink,
He was nervous didn’t know what to think.
Got him cleaned up new clothes and such,
We were so happy to help that much.
He made a call to a friend from here,
Dropped him off and it was clear.
We helped him as much as we could,
Our only hope is that we did some good.
About the Creator
Chris Gingerich
I have written poetry for as long as I can remember. I stopped for a long time but want to get back into it. Vocal seemed like a good place to start. http://theblindhouse.com
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