How Fortunate

How fortunate we are To have family and friends Who care enough about us To lend a helping hand To lift us up When we’re at our lowest Who catch us up to speed When we’re at our slowest How fortunate we are To make it out of our ruts To have a roof over our heads And food in our guts As we walk the city streets And ride past alley ways Our eyes seem to have blinders Or we ignore what our conscious says About the people in the crevices The folks bundled in the corner The strangers under the bridge Who use to be the former, The former Mr., the former Ma’am The former professional or family man. They are strangers with a bit of misfortune After a series of unfortunate events Needing some warmth from our hearts and our help How fortunate we are.