From

"Bones of the Homeless Will Rise to Haunt Those That Had Closed Eyes"

by Judy Joy Jones



A KEY

by Judy Joy Jones


A Key
all that separates
them and we

The poorest of the poor
on concrete streets
their blood doth pour

A Key
all that separates
them and we

A Key
they do their "crazy"
on the streets
and we laugh and say
'thank god its them
and not me'

While we chosen ones
do our crazy
behind closed doors
because we have a key

When we die
and go home to god
will we be offered
the key
that knows no lock

Or will we be back
on earths shores
this time
with no door?

A Key
all that separates
them and we
a key


c jj 2021   

'Bones of the Homeless' by Judy Joy Jones on Amazon.com at link below;
https://www.amazon.com/Bones-Homeless-Judy-Jones/dp/0977367649   Bones of the Homeless by Judy Joy Jones