A Woman on the Street
I have no family, not even a friend
Some days I think that this is the end
The end of a long time of sadness and grief
I was hoping my spell of bad luck would be brief
It’s been going on now for a very long time
There’s no money left, not even a dime
Who can I trust out here on the street
Can’t even depend on my tired old feet
Very few smiles, no looks in my eyes
They leave me alone, they don’t hear my cries
Not even a soul to say a kind word
Or to sympathize with what might have occurred
I feel so alone, no one helps me out
But isn’t caring what it’s all about?
Even a smile would do very well
To help me get through my Holiday hell
–Anonymous poem sent to us at GC. Photo by uncle paulie of a homeless
woman in a bank alcove in Studio City, CA.
Very touching. The really sad thing is she’s probably somebody’s mom. And it’s ironic that she’s by a bank, most likely the very people that were responsible for her being that way in the first place. The fact that the banksters cause this kind of thing to happen is completely inexcusable. Think about this the next time you trust your money to those thieving sharks (I sure don’t). You could easily be sharing a sidewalk with her next week because of them…..just change the c to sh.