The ForgottenA Poem by Don ShawThe streets are filled with people who have seemingly slipped through the cracks.
The Forgotten
Dirty faces, smelly clothes, hearing voices, tales of woes. The Forgotten. Wanderers of the street, napping, dreaming at our feet. The Forgotten. Some are scary, some are kind, the scattered people, that are left behind. The Forgotten. Someone`s mother, someone`s dad, some only exist in the memories they had. The Forgotten. Most are hungry, some gone mad, to see the unloved, makes me sad. The Forgotten. Some may be angels, to see what you will do. All it could take is one bad break, and the forgotten could be you © 2011 Don ShawFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorDon ShawSan Angelo, TXAboutI love the art of expression, be it of paint or pen, or a spoken word. more..Writing
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