Whats your point of view
When i ask you
About the not so well to do
The ones who's home is in an alley
Criss Crossing from the Suburbs to the City
Hidden in plain view
On occasion a not so well to do
is seen by me and you
In dusty old shoes
Old souls
Walking in dirty old clothes
I wonder if they Gave up caring
About the people staring
At what their wearing
A few you can find
With a dog trailing behind
Others you can find
Sleeping with their wine
I ponder on the memories they leave behind
Right up to the present time
Were they dull or did they shine
Were they evil or kind
How many of you fear
The idea of becoming one of them kind
Or do you force yourself to be blind
The few times
You see the not so well to do kind