A
little lost boy
We have
all seen then wander in the streets looking hungry and pale
Dodging
traffic and cops, you know the ones who have no heart and want to put them away
We know
they are homeless and many are orphaned so in the streets they live to survive
life
These kids,
they are invisible to the people who walk by them every day and turn their
heads as they close their eyes so their conscience won’t play games
Pretending
to not see them, as they reach their outstretched hands out hoping for a little
pay and compassion along the way
A little
boy who looked so lost, with tennis shoes too big for his feet, slightly torn
and worn out mostly for walking the streets
His hair
a mess, I must confess, he couldn’t have looked more than ten, it not a day
over and skinny legs that looked like twigs
His frazzled
raggedly worn out clothes, his runny nose, his face was covered with dirt and
his bruises looks like he had been kicked
Where
he slept in the street or in a box, we really never know for a night they
disappear into a dumpster, a box or anything else they can find, just to keep
they dry or warm
No grown
up in sight, the little boy looked lost and must have traveled all through the
night as his lips were chapped and dry
His eyes
were weary, there were tears running down his cheeks, 1 per cent water, 99 per
cent sadness as he looked like he had cried
This boy,
so young and so old, knew how to survive but didn’t have a dime to his name to
eat and nobody knows his name
So when
you see this lost little boy, walking on the lonely streets, reach into your
pockets deep, and give from the heart, in heaven’s name
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