Homeless He weeps at the bus stop Cries for his life A downpour on his spirit As he begs for cash Cars drive by Glaring at him, there on the side Of the road falling ill So cold it is outside He's got no place to stay He's slowly giving in To societys ways No money=No life and He just lost his wife His daughter all alone They couldn't get by, and lost their home. Uncaring to the Unfortunate As they glare at him one more time He couldn't deal with the struggle Struggle to stay alive W. Ganong