How Did We Forget Comments

A caring poem for those inflicted with a home's decay... but not all homeless, of their own accord-remain jobless. I have seen many standing on freeway on and off ramps, get money and shortly after, go to the liquor store for their begging reward. Purchase their booze, with little time to forlornly lose. If only many more would clean themselves up and go get a job... They'd forever no more, appear to be a useless slob. Lazyness only begets economic crazyness. This poem was a good poem of caring. God bless those who really do try. Michael Jeffrey Gale.

great poem, i wonder if you ever herd of RICH MULLINS.........