Will Work For Food (Sonnet)

Will work for food, the sign they show

Please help a vet down on his luck

Diverting their eyes the passersby go

Life on the street a vicious cycle they’re stuck

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Hey there mister can you spare a dime

Or maybe a buck to try to get home

Would it be possible to give me some time

We’re so tired of being in the cold all alone

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We could be your sisters and your brothers

We used to have jobs, families and homes

We could be your fathers and your mothers

Hungry and weary, nothing but skin and bones

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Obligated as humans should we be one to another

Practicing what we preach by seeing to the needs of the other

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~