The "Have Nots"

People lost and lonely, homeless and forsaken dumped like animals bereft of love rummage through the trash for daily sustenance. They are the " have nots" clothed in strange attire " gifts" of discarded clothing. Warmth is a steam grate. Food is a hoped- for handout. Sleep is a dark, dank corner in an unsafe shelter. What does the future hold in this supposed richest nation of the world? Pray in your warm, soft bed that it doesn't happen to you.