Dedicated to All Our Homeless Friends Around the World
I saw my old friend Cal today, and the news was worse than bad
He’d lost his bike to a hit and run, and the Clean Ups trashed his pad
Everything except his clothes, had been taken far away
And Cal was down and almost out, what could I do or say
I could have gone and bought a bike, but didn’t and I don’t know why
I could have picked up a sleeping bag, done something but I didn’t try
I simply pumped the tank til full, and gave him one or two
I said, “Hope tomorrow’s better Cal, ” but what good did I really do
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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