Amidst cobblestones worn and steep,
Lies a soul adrift, bereft of cheer,
Homeless but not hopeless, their spirit near.
With weary steps, they tread the streets,
Seeking solace, warmth and treats.
Cardboard shelters, their humble abode,
A refuge from the night's bitter goad.
In their eyes, a glimmer of resilience,
A yearning for life's lost brilliance.
Through tattered clothes and worn-out shoes,
They carry dreams, hopes and dues.
Though fate has dealt a cruel hand,
Their spirit soars, defiant and grand.
In their hearts, a flame still burns bright,
Unquenched by darkness, casting its light.
They find beauty in the city's hum,
In laughter shared and crumbs to come.
The kindness of strangers, a fleeting grace,
Sustains them in their lonely place.
With each sunrise, they rise anew,
Embracing life, shedding the dew.
For though they may lack wealth or fame,
Their spirit soars, an eternal flame.
They are the homeless, yet they stand tall,
Resilient souls, breaking the fall.
Their strength, a testament to the will,
To rise above, to conquer life's chill.
So let us heed their call, extend a hand,
In unity, we can understand
The plight they face, the hopes they hold,
For in their stories, our humanity unfolds.
For though they may lack a roof above,
Their spirit thrives, an undying love.
Homeless but not hopeless, they shall be,
Till dreams ignite, and they finally see,
A brighter future, where they belong,
No longer tossed by life's random throng.