Homeless Heir lives in a 1971 camper in sister’s driveway with No kitchen, bathroom or running water.
July 18, 2015 by Lulu
Poem by James Arthur
Thursday July 16, 2015
When I was cast out of my home. I was tossed in the street like a dog without a bone.
When I asked the Public Trustee my beneficiary rights.
She replied I gained greatly from the Trust with no advice.
And vaporized me like a dust mite.
And threw me into the forest out of her sight.
Our family was built in God we trust.
And to believe in Jesus is a must.
The hardest part is when my mother cries and asked me if she can go home and I cannot reply. And we are both homeless with little supplies.
Thank God for her two daughters that gave us sanctuary and prevented us from slaughter. My parents worked their whole life and built a Trust and along came a Public Trustee and turned our hopes and dreams into nothing except merely dust.
By James Arthur who believes in Jesus Christ as my savior
the lord God almighty.com