One of the biggest social and economic problems in America as well as other countries is homelessness. This has been an issue with the forefront of our society for many decades and it makes some wonder why it is that we are such a rich nation and yet the disparity is so very clear on our streets, in our shelters, and in all of our major as well as rural cities. The following collection addresses in very honest ways the plight of homelessness. In Don’t Drive Past we hear from a person who on a daily basis drives past a family that they see on the corner asking for money. For some reason on this specific day they decided to look in their rearview mirror and what they find is their own reflection. As they express what it is that they see within themselves and what others may see as they sit in judgment of the homeless population they are forced to turn around. Unfortunately, when they go back to the corner the family is gone but maybe, just possibly the actual turn around is within them. In Spare Some Change We get a first hand narrative of a homeless person and the way that they see the world around them. They share with us the things that make their situation a challenge and also the things that people can do to assist them too push forward to the next day. It is a very honest look because they also share with us how it is that they became homeless. We are all human beings and no matter what our financial, mental, physical or other reality is we all deserve respect and support.
Homelessness: Don’t Drive Past, Spare Some Change
How do you see your world?
Is it always sunshine even in the midst of rain
Or does the energy of the day always seem to push
You through to the evening
Always high spirited
The joy is there
Always seeing the bright side
Glasses not half full but overflowing
Nights are as fruitful as the days
What a great world
Not a worry
That feeling of being not just okay but perfect.
With closed eyes I see all of the greatness that I am surrounded by
What a wonderful world
But… as I listen to the conversation that is
Racing through my head, “Great life”
I pass by a man or a woman or a child
On the street
Him with a sign
Her holding her child
The child looks
My thoughts began to scramble
Searching for them in the rearview mirror
Yearning to see their existence a little longer
But as I drove my car
Full of gas
Rounding the corner to park at my
Fully furnished house
How could I drive by?