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