When you live by your wits
To survive hard life in the streets
Only to keep your head above water
In this ocean so deep.
You must keep your cool
when things turn bad,
Be productive when you can
Be kind and polite, show you are trying to do right.
Your body has needs,
you have to eat,
so you learn how to hustle, to fufil those needs.
Now don't get me wrong,
never lie, steal, or cheat,
more problems would be stupid,
that's the last thing you need.
Offer a helping hand,
be an assest when a tire or an engine has
Try your best to find a solution for
one in need, all you can do is try
Most will ignore you,
some will tell a bold lie,
"no thanks" is a fine answer,
smile, say "thank you for your time".
Many will be happy for your help,
ask with true concern about your
they'll share their wealth,
smile and wish you well,
"wish it could be more"
but that's all they can spare.
(Will God please give them a
blessing for caring so well)
They seem to understand
life isen't always kind
They know compassion helps
their own soul, and this is fine.
Being kind to a stranger,
seems to do a heart well,
but some will try and take kindness
for weakness, their heart has
Goodness lost in the grind
I hope they will find Love for
Your heart will tell you one thing,
but follow your gut feelings
your first impression of a person
will not be misleading
When a soul asks
If you could use some help at this
and you have nothing to share,
not even a dime.
If they're sincere in their heart,
nice words are just fine,
sometimes recognition, just talking,
passing some time,
will do more for your soul
than a pot full of gold.
Words can yield more power
than any weapon of destruction,
because when hurt in your heart,
damage to the flesh is forgotten.
This message is sent
from a soul torn by words,
a heart that feels rotten
because of cruel words
It's a sad, hard life for some,
this is for sure
There is an upside for people,
caught in this bind
They've given up the pressures of
rent, utilities,mortgages and having
to be on time.
They came to realize
that these pressures were not kind
Physical and mental health was at
not having knowledge of how
or where to find help,
made the good life a miss.
Pushed over the line,
getting away, was better than doing
No matter what the story,
each would have their own,
of how and why this life
put them on the road.
I feel the truth is, you think we gave
we really diden't you see,
self preservation was the need.
Now guilt is eating away,
each and every day
For disappointing the ones that you love,
the hard concrete is what you think
Self punishment, degrading oneself,
although you won't or can't admit it
That's what's in the back of your
The point of this poem is,
Words have power
to help a troubled soul in need,
or bring a troubled soul to its knees
Being thown away
by people that felt were done wrong,
maybe they were disappointed,
but they swore love to you
when your life was strong
and then you slipped into dread,
That was when you were
left alone, considered dead
Trusted people that gave up
on a Friend that got mixed up
They should be feeling the guilt,
but they care not
you were only a means for their own
Now they're gone because of their
You're all used up, they know not
what peace and happiness means.
Posessions are nice to have,
but they won't help a guilty
conscience get well.
The Blessing you get when helping do
Earns you a warm feeling inside,
Simple kindness for a neighbor or
stranger, purchases a clear mind,
and gives your heart and soul
that money just can't buy.
I Thank You.