Streets short poem

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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

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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.
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