The Street People

They stand alone in a world to them that is filled with rejection.
On cold, windy nights they need protection.
They ask for help with signs of hope.
People passing by say they can cope.
At nights they sleep on cold, rough ground,
Hoping tomorrow they will still be around.
You've seen them before and say they had a chance.
No one ever gives them a second glance.
They walk around as people who own the streets,
But no where to go and nothing to eat.
They sit alone some waiting to die
Others pray to God that they will get by.
This land of opportunity is supposed to be for all people.
So why do we choose to forget the street people?