How Can You Just Pass Me By?


I wonder if you remember me.
I'm the one you refused to see.
I thought I would to you write.
It's the only way left, I have to fight.

If this letter you should read
in some small way, maybe I can succeed.
As you walked pass me on the street today
here are a few things I wanted to say.

Have you never heard what the Lord said?
For some reason it stays in my head.
There but for the grace of God walk I.
How then can you just pass me by?

Would it hurt to spare a dime?
Or maybe even just a little time?
Are you so afraid of being like me
that you simply refuse to look and see

the truth that's in my sad lonely eyes
while you are still living on luck and highs?
No, I'm sorry I won't go away.
It looks as though I'm here to stay.

You live in a house all pretty and fine.
You could at least smile, while standing in mine.
Yes, my clothes are dirty, smelly, and torn
and people like you, walk by and scorn.

Saying that there's nothing you can do.
Maybe it helps you to think that is true.
There are many people just like me
homeless people that you refuse to see.

Maybe you should thank God and pray
that you wasn't with me today.
It could have been you there, instead of me.
And who knows, one day it may just be.


Tina

welcome

Thanks for the encouragement!!

nicely said

Very well stated

Very nice and welocme Tina

great writing...