Monday, 9 January 2012

Sitting in a hostel,

Sitting in a hostel,
Writing these words,
Hoping one day,
They'll probably get heard.

Feeling so useless,
And ashamed as well,
Knowing that life,
Has a story to tell.

Helping out others,
Each day of my life,
Through thick and thin,
 Stress and strife,

With no one on my side,
To pull me through,
As this is life,
So simple and true.

Seeing is believing,
What poverty’s about,
No money, no food,
No nothing, knout.

By Dr Geebers