It is pouring rain and freezing cold,
these city streets aren't paved with gold,
I'm sleeping rough and growing old,
and 'move along' I'm getting told.
Living on the streets
Haven't had a bite to eat,
frostbite fingers, blistered feet,
people passing on the street,
and now the rain has turned to sleet.
As I look for shelter.
Why did I leave, why did we split,
should have made a go of it,
was all my fault I now admit,
can't blame her one little bit.
I cheated on my dearest.
Don't pity me as you walk by,
if you've never seen a grown man cry
just take a look and wonder why,
how I wish that I would die,
Then no more living on the streets.
(2006)
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Nicely done! It's always nice for people to be able to bring reality...to the thought of homeless people. It forces people to be compassionate instead of turning a blind eye to homelessness. The fact is that there are any number of reasons that people may be living on the street...and all of us are not immune...it can happen in the blink of an eye. Thank you. Hugs, Dee