A family of three
stand in the corner
of the street on a Sunday
Dry leaves whirl
round their feet
Until the day
no homeles ones
are on the streets
we don’t feel our nation
is rich or great
(by Byung A. Fallgren)
A family of three
stand in the corner
of the street on a Sunday
Dry leaves whirl
round their feet
Until the day
no homeles ones
are on the streets
we don’t feel our nation
is rich or great
(by Byung A. Fallgren)
