My Two Cents Poem by Craig Mize

It's cold outside and the rain is steady coming down my face like tears of all of the lost dreams that has came and gone. Time passes by slowly at a snails pace. All the while racing against the time of life. Gray hair appears and disappears like a ghost in the dark. You are getting older by the second but every day is a life time. You look outside the window at the people trying to get in out of the weather of the society. People walking around like zoombies hooked on everything but phonics. Drunk on everything but love and life. Getting high is their way out of a reality that has gotten to real. But it's a nightmare coming true like Freddy but there is no elm's street. You tell them to breathe slow close there eyes and wake up. But from where and where are they going. Society has casted them unfit to live in their neighborhoods. So now they are lost forever in a state of limbo. We see them out there. We can help but to afraid to get our hands dirty like the trash that we say they are. But are they really or are they you and me, are they our co workers and friends, our brothers and sisters all in the name of Christ.

Lets stop judging people for their mistakes and start helping them make a brighter future for everyone sake