Stoically living from day to day with no future to
see from inside poverty's boundaries.
Needing necessities, hope, faith - nothing is
provided beneath blankets given by shelters.
Friendship, hugs, true caring for each individual
is non-existent, because it is only a business to
occupy time.
Receiving credit from a community too busy to care
or take time to make friends with anyone living on
the street.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poverty-s-boundaries/
