the reality to the furthest end. .

The little boy walks the lonely road
as his head faces his feet.
Through rain, snow, and hail he trails alone on an empty street.
The little girl looks for cardboard boxes
to find the right one to call her home.
She never knew the definition of a family
never had one of her own.
Young men and women with cups for coins
scavenge for pennies each day.
And what we overlook is cherished by those
who are not fortunate by weekly pay.
Life is full of chances but only if you seek.
Those who can't seem to find it is searching in the dark.
No candle or hand to guide them
They can't seem to leave there mark.
Rejection has become clear.
The only friend they have.
The far end of reality has become visible
acceptance has become unbearably sad.