Homeless Dream Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

A wooden bed and mat of straw
a little wayside room
where people cannot bother me
but sun can warm the gloom

A crust of bread that I can gnaw
a quilt of tattered squares
a hand rolled smoke a bit of chew
to ease me an' my cares

Don't need a window or a chair
don't matter if I wash
nobody knows the dirt inside
that keeps me chained and squashed

A wooden bed and mat of straw
a little wayside room
where people cannot bother me
but sun can warm the gloom.