Experience at a clinic event for the homeless They rush through the gates Shelter, food, and safety away from all the hate I stand with a white coat Needle in hand I am frozen by the words being said She hasn’t had a bed for many years And I’m supposed to ask if she has insurance. Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related Published by strangerpaths Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things. I am Zee View all posts by strangerpaths