Sunrise, another day,
In a small third floor apartment,
Sparsely furnished, but wait a moment.
Children play, a mothers thinking.
Can't pay the rent.
The pay checks spent.
Where will they stay?
Just another day.
So the kids go to the street,
One ten, one seven, one four.
They beg for change, maybe just a bit more.
On the nasty looks and snide remarks.
Looking for bottles in gutters and cans,
This goes on until it starts to get dark.
They head home with weary feet,
But at least tonight they'll have something to eat.
A loaf of bread and a pound of ham,
Maybe some milk, can you spare it mam?
A poem by Sarah Pitanillo, and Kristin Landauer
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