The Invisible Ones

The invisible ones are out there;

However, we seldom see them.

If circumstances were different,

We could always be them.

Sometimes on the sidewalk

They might amble by,

Asking for spare change.

Do we even reply?

Many are a statistic

That we hear on the news—

Facing a situation

That none of us would choose.

Under- or unemployed,

They’re often homeless, as well.

Sometimes complete families

Are living a daily hell.

How many children are hungry?

Would we rather not know?

How many people’s lives

Are a REAL Survivor show?

How many children lack health care

Or are abused and mistreated?

How many children’s hopes

Are miserably defeated?

“They are just being lazy,”

Say many critics with ardor,

Not recognizing

Situations that couldn’t be harder.

“If I can do it, they can!”

Say people with cold disdain

And a callous lack of compassion

For those living in pain—

Who forget that we don’t all live

In a land of milk and honey.

(Their biggest problem

Is where to invest their money.)

Policies make a difference.

Some laws—granted—are flawed;

But there are many needy

And they don’t all commit fraud.

The invisible ones are out there.

Let us not be blind.

They might be out of sight,

But don't let them be out of MIND.

(7-29-14) By Bob B