Homeless vets fill our streets dealing with addictions they cannot beat Stand on street corners begging for food Often standing with broken down shoes It makes me sad to see what happened to them Returned home to anger and hate from a war 40 years ago Tired not to let emotions show Our boys today come home with missing limbs and distraught minds Soldiers trouble adapting to normal lives Sometimes they just cannot survive Sick, hungry, and tired when they finally come for help Then they don’t stay All they do is run away And go back to the streets Somewhere out there they still have families and friends who care Soldiers feel life on the streets is a burden to bear It’s sad to see what happened to these warriors Reduced to life on the streets
43 yr old nurse started writing in Nov 2015, a lot of my poetry in military based because I take care of veterans,but am starting to try new things hope you like them.
in the dark of night you maybe looking for a fight the streets are uneasy one word to the wise one must never compromise to listen to twisted lies was a D.J. junkie from back in the day spinning records
Faded prima donnas pave the way God’s drunk and moves with a swagger Another kid bites a burning bullet today He never stops to stare or linger Proven faithful lie their way to the altar Another lamb to bring to
Greying streets whisper cold dust, a different time Their utterance echoes,carves on my glass mind. They hush a hymn so soft, it dangles like innocence, from an old child. I, an antique vase made to their design. Greying streets whisper,
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