My dear friend went searching
For her daughter among the homeless
She hadn't thought there could be
So many showing her picture around
She felt ashamed they could be
So kind but none had seen her
That picture her only memory
Held fast and clearly alive
At that particular moment
Are the good swallowed up
And the rest of us left guilty
Is it only when we have nothing
We can share all we have
The poor we have always with us
Until there are no more poor
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