homeless Moe's not an average joe
knows what he has, asks for nothing more
he doesn't beg nor cry nor plead nor preach
he sleeps under a bridge and lives in peace
collects bottles and cans to buy himself food
despite this life, he's always in a good mood
now just think,
if we had more homeless Moe's
would it be easier to convince the homeowning Joe's
to help?
this poem is based on a real person by the name of David Morris. He lives under a bridge in Boston and collects bottles and cans for $17 a day. He does not beg for anything, doesn't hold up signs, doesn't do drugs. He is content. He is honest. And he's a veteran.
I heard about him through my coworker, whose family asked him if he'd like to be supported in obtaining a home. He declined. All he wants is enough money to visit his parent's grave in upstate New York. That is literally all he wants. That is literally all he wants and it's blowing my mind.
There is a gofundme set up for him here: https://www.gofundme.com/f/housing-fundraiser-for-dave-morris-homeless-vetera?qid=97d6f5a11b1e79cd4e9943a62017a6b6
All money goes to David. I get nothing. I donated $20 prior to publishing this. You do not have to feel obligated whatsoever to donate. But any donations, and any sharing of this story to others, is greatly appreciated. Have a lovely day :)