San Francisco Streets

Homeless fill the corners and doorways
Of buildings, they find no comfort there,
Only simple shelter exposed bare
As morning reveals their nightly stays

Beneath temporary shelter days.
Lines are long awaiting breakfast fare
Along Mission Street with food to share
For those in need of when hope repays

And sometimes gives back, timely delays,
The inevitable to repair
A life not lost but on hold to care
Once again. We help, we hope, we praise

Those who on the front line never gaze
At the can’t do nays, but only yeas.

Above photo: Penthouse