The Other Side of Town

On the other side of town

Where the privileged reside

The homes are large and stately

And quite elegant inside

No matter what the season

The grass is never brown

For the world is so much greener

On the other side of town

On the other side of town

Across the railroad tracks

The only disadvantage

Is the higher rate of tax

Where the sun casts golden shadows

Before it eases down

And the stars resemble diamonds

On the other side of town

I visited the east side of Paragould today and met a young lady staying at the mission outreach who's story makes me stop and thank God for the privilege of having a home. A place that I can lay my head, take a shower, lay on the couch, be myself, invite my friends and go when I have no place else.
Everyone has a story to tell of how life has treated them good and not so good. Most everyone has had bad things happen to them, but most have never been homeless. The lady I met today has written this poem I would like to share with those of you reading. She says it is only an expression of how she feels right now. She has been homeless for 2 years.

Homeless

No place to call my own, no where to have a home
I live in the streets, dirt and filth beneath my feet
Occasionally into the shelters I can stay
Where if I kiss their Asses they let me stay

I AM HOMELESS

There is no trust in the dark and dreary streets
For over my shoulder I am always looking
Ever afraid of what danger might be lurking
Just living is not an option for me, only survival is the key

I AM HOMELESS

Into the streets come the fakes and the phonies
Social, religious and do goodiers too, all shower me with false love
Forcing me to give in to all their causes
Never hearing or understanding my anguished pleas

I AM HOMELESS

Those who are in the know, say I don’t want to have a home
They say I like to roam and be free
That is not true, I do want a home and to be clean
To make a difference in a world so mean

I DO NOT WANT TO BE HOMELESS

But society is cruel, non-caring and elite
The world they have created, just can not be
Unless they make sure, they have people like me
In order to keep the world the way that it is, I cannot be freed

I MUST BE HOMELESS

Just food for thought. We have so much to be thankful for, and yet we are so stengy with our resources. Help those in need, lend a hand to the needy.