"Homeless:" A Poem about the Forgotten People
Olivia Gold 
I glance out for the forgotten people
lI check on them- from time to time
hidden under bus stop posts
and dimmed out
by city lights
the traffic is moving- nonstop
too busy for a red light-
I must not veer off too far
I am too just getting by-
almost lost I regain myself
I’ll start studying -my lane
lessons come quick- realizing
no one has compassion
on the freeway
I take a break to find myself
I’ll stop studying everyones face
because I believe
behind every- worn out coat
peace still has a place
an umbrella is good protection
even when petaled
by
defeat
sharp passionate rays
press firm- on your skin,
as you try to sleep
hopeless and soaked
a hail of engines- roar
tumbling down
your end of the street
a dirty sidewalk
-they choose to ignore it
its an acquired taste
you’re fond to eat
learning music to prove myself
I will never be a waste
and when I see
how a song compliments
the sky
I know we still somehow
won, with this place
my gratitude seeps
down from within
I hold out my notes,
-release my yell
I wish for you I could scream
but my passion could not expel
I imagine - it be
I halt- on the street
where
under your umbrella
we can still,
find peace
a new life is better than none
so relax
don’t be under the gun
rest your head
and find some sleep
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