I'm homeless
I'm lonely
I'm an alcoholic
Considered a stain upon the society
Nothing to offer,
Except my wastes and the breath exhaled from my lungs
I may not have much of anything by my name.
But I do have one thing,
Something I hold onto so dearly.
It's not much, but it's my only treasure.
I have a dream locked away deep inside.
But no matter how much I reach for it I will never achieve it.
What is it you ask?
I want to go fishing with my son.