Wherever,
whenever,
how lonely are the city streets,
in all weathers and in the rain,
and in the sun, the cold, and the snow,
how lonely are the doorways where you shelter,
and how do you trust,
when you have such wariness that fills your soul,
and how do you survive on barely any food,
when it is a matter of survival,
and how do you live mostly without any family,
and how do you feel,
on the park benches,
and in the parks and in the city streets,
where no one barely listens to you at all,
except the charity workers who do an excellent job,
but why should anyone be homeless,
with so many natural resources available,
and available to one and all,
because in humanity,
in humanity should there not be,
more humanity in humanity, to solve problems,
and to help the vulnerable?