From my hotel on Geary I turned right
Intent on exploring a new city
And the Tenderloin was a sight to see
Gangs of homeless people by day and night

Bottles in brown paper bags on the street
Dirty bodies, worn clothes, a sniff of piss
Some slept, some leaned, and some gave off a hiss
Digging through the trash for a tasty treat

On to downtown, at least one on each block
One had a guitar, another a cat
Hands out, spare change, a sign, a line of scat
Some were missing a leg, others a sock

Though the hills of San Francisco are steep
And climbing them made me ache, gasping breath
In Cleveland the homeless can freeze to death
So if I crap out, to SanFran I’ll creep

Though to be homeless anyplace is crime
PanHand overwhelmed I spared not a dime

 

 

Photo Taken By Kathleen Neves