the Problem today

April 3, 2014

We all go around in our own little way, and ignore those who need just alittle help

Its sad when we speak and only vowels are sound

We need to help the homeless, the broken and the starving

We are all broken and homeless, or feel as if our soul is starving

Something wrong with this poem?

Replies are closed for this poem.

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.