Triggering: Reflections and opposites,

[WhisperingSilence]

I've a roof over my head,
A place to sleep,
Others are forgotten,
Left for dead,
I've a pillow,
They've a stone slab,
I've a place to sleep,
They've a cardboard box,
I've cupboards of food,
They've begged for every scrap,
My life isn't great
But theirs is worse,
I'll open up my purse,
Pop in a few pennies in their cap,
I'll hope they get somewhere safe,
As I sleep in my bed,
Their on the streets cold and no where to rest their head,
Their forgotten
I am too
We've both a story to tell,
We're both human
Just I have a home
While the streets they roam..

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This is really thought provoking!

[Arabesque- golfing girl.]

This was lovely and I enjoyed reading this. Thank you for this.

[Dawn.]

I really like this piece.

[Celyn]

I love how you have written this as opposites. It's also very thought provoking too!

[Hiraeth.]

Really great job with writing this! Although you and the homeless people have opposite lives, your struggles are still the same. Thanks for sharing!