Shelter

Tears are fallen down peoples face like a storm in the east, their hearts are broken into pieces like shatter glass. Watching their children run barefoot in the sand, with no place for them to call home. Heart break tragedy there go the tears that hits everyone heart, as they rumble through news paper after news paper. Read for read, over 670,000 americans are living out on the streets, as they are pulling along what they only have left. City traffic lights flashing 24/7. car's moving in periodic directions, as homeless people stand holding sign's asking for money to feed themselves. Why be so, cold as stone when their are people standing without a home. Do you ever feel that gut instinct to reach out? Grab that last dollar you may have. Putting all what you do aside, Man to see a young child cry. Wow this could be me. Note: This poem came to me as I was reading a news paper, and there was a pacific article that I was reading that made this poem what it is.