(970) Welfare Bums Poem by Melvina Germain

Don’t put us down, until you understand, where
we are coming from without a helping hand.
We’re all alone, my husband walked away.
He left us to fend for ourselves each and every day.

You look at my children and me without sympathy.
Walk a mile in our shoes and then you’ll see.
Life is not what we expected it to be.
We will do our best to reach prosperity.

You call us welfare bums laugh at our tattered clothes.
The hurt felt inside, only God knows.
Soon to become equals among the human race,
tools needed to prosper, has finally taken its place.

We now walk on our own, holding our heads high.
No helping hand needed in order to get by.
God walked beside us through heartache and pain.
Giving gifts of opportunity, our lives to gain.

We will never forget those hard and trying days.
Welfare provided by the Lord in so many ways.
Now life has changed its course, we are in the
drivers seat, we’ll never turn our backs on
anyone we meet.