Homelessness

The wind in your mouth is cold in winter as you breath for air i sit under bridge waiting for my next meal and see if i get something by finding some change on ground if i have to dig in the trash i shall do it to survive on the streets. while i'll sleep on bench that is covered with bars but no matter what i will find somewhere i see the cars passing by and i think to myself where are they going, i talk to the lord and pray that my soul will be protected and no matter what i am proud that i shaall be living throiugh my tough times  and living life and jobless recject beg for money that hard to get when people think you will spend on the things called drugs or something you crave for but not any food and i sit to think when is something good for to happen and get me off the streets.