“I Dreamt Of Bums Living In Boxesâ€?

Last night I dreamt of bums living in boxes
It saddens me to tell this tale
I saw people starving
I saw three females and one male
Although this poem may sadden you,
There is a happy ending to this dream
In this case, things are definitely what they seem
In this world there are people starving, living in boxes, and begging on the streets
You can’t avoid it, and if you watch the news
you basically have a front row seat
The happy ending always comes when the day dies down
Everyone is sleeping,
But the happy thing is . . . none that are sleeping
are sleeping with a frown