by Ian Hochberg
On the great streets in the most abundant cities
are those who have no place to go.
Whether they can help themselves or not,
They are there, asking.
No one is homeless because they love it.
I have a small remedy in my glove compartment,
Instead of money, there is food, ready to give.
Everyone who receives this says Thank You.
A few cookies or a bag of chips
can help them believe someone cared
at a time when they cannot care about themselves.