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A poem about homelessness |
| I live my life upon the street My home is where my head and road meet I have no roof, I have no door I lie naked on a barren floor This life is not the one I choose But forced upon me what I chose to lose Many days since I last was fed I lie upon the leaves that form a bed I feel the pain behind my eyes I feel the pain but dont realize Why I suffer or why i cry I will smile upon the day I die Without a house, without a home When I die, I shall die alone For I gave my heart, I gave my mind By trusting a person I thought was kind Now I live a lonely life... Now I live a lonely life... |