Just the other night
And what I saw there
Was a very sad sight
There was an old couple
And they started to argue
Who was to sleep where?
And who would see the night through
There only bed was a hard park bench
Under the tree at the park
Beside the rapidly flowing waters
With only the starlight and the dark
Their only valuables were in tattered bags
Their only food gathered from the trash
An old dog their only protection
No home, a little pride and no cash
The end for them is always the same
On the streets where they lay their heads
In the same world where they had a name
Someday will claim them
One of the unknown dead.
�1991 by Elizabeth Shaver