In the city where I live, there are many
homeless people
Tattered figures form ragged lines, outside buildings with tall steeples
On the way to work, in my SUV,
The hardened faces glance up at me
and dirty guilt fills my heart as I think of the disparity
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Create a poem of any length and style, entitled "The Life of a.......". You fill in the blank with any subject. Of course you may use "The Life of an.....", according to your needs. You may use more than one word to fill the blank. Write about an interest , or concern... |
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"The Life of a............"
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