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.

[Mindfulness.]

I really like this piece.

[Celyn]

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

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