Homelessness

Nothing new under the sun ... all things that were, will be.

Where you reside does not matter much ... disappointments roll in free.

You stay in a fancy hotel and still your room is empty.

Some antiques and other stuff show a world of plenty.

Maybe it is better to be in a barn where the warmth of love rules

instead of in a palace of sorts ... where all appear like fools.

I guess, here we go again ... time bottled up in sadness.

to the poor and unfortunate it must appear like madness.

Homeless sleeping in the streets ... winter, fall, and summer

Their spring in life left long ago ... as intellect is left the dumber.

How with all money and brains can we tolerate these conditions

and justify our lives of ease ... Oh! Children of perdition?