A Child sits

There is a child sitting by the street,
Her clothes are tattered no shoes on her feet,
People smile as they walk by,
But to help her they don't try,
Could someone give a nickel or a dime,
But all they think is she's not mine,
Many thoughts run through my head,
Of what used to be but now is dead,
That is a world where people once cared,
They may not have had much but still shared,
People were hungry but got fed,
No place to sleep someone would find you bed,
Everything wasn't peaches and cream,
Togetherness everyone knew what that should mean,
The roads were dirt and cars were few,
Everyone that passed waved at you,
Family meant something then,
Really how long ago has that been,
Now people are to busy to care,
They drive by not realizing anyone is even there,
All day long this child will sit,
People pass by but don't give a s**t,
They cry and whine about what they haven't got,
With a roof over their head and meal that are hot,
Now as the day comes to an end,
She crawls in a box it's a house she'll pretend,
There is no TV and no phone,
She'll sleep through the night all alone,
This no one wants to see,
Their only thought is that child doesn't belong to me,
Still the thoughts go through my head,
Of what used to be but now is dead!

An Uncle Charlie Original