When the leaves change, so does my soul.

Angel, come.
terror like rain, pelts the dark city
screaming and shrieking
except him.
no money, no shelter, no family to love.
his shopping cart, his only friend.
rattle, rattle like dogs from hell,
down the street.
bitter cold,
homeless and alone,
waiting for an angel.

over 500,000 people are currently homeless...www.worldforworld.org