Where Do I Go From Here?
Silently
Quietly
Still
Motionless
I need Shelter But I continuously stare at all this openess
I can't find food, nor can I find warmth
Huddled under a bridge in a box that is torn
My life seems meaningless
But I continue to bless those who bless me
Good fortune to you as you pass by without a hint of stressing
All I ask is that you spare a little change
Maybe some penny's you don't need?
On the street where I "hang", I gather money to feed
This life I live is not one completely full of sorrow
Though I'm poor, I'm thankful for another tomorrow
This is a sad life style and far too many people own it
Though I'm fortunate to not be one, I still represent the homeless