In this world I live in, thier no one thier to care for the poor.
I only dream of a shelter and something to eat would be grateful
for anything more.
Under the bridge I watch if only they knew I was born abandon.
I cry tear's of rain as the pain leave me empty handed.
This is my interview even if nobody hear's.
Thier a thousand of us suffering every second of a minute and by the
hour we die.
Sometime's it's not our fault I am proud to talk for the one
unfortunate.
Why are we living in a society so cruel I beg for a chance
at life.
A one room shack would bring a smile to my heart.
Please I believe thier more to go around than passing
me by.
I just want to survive and be happy as you are.
With some compassion and a heart full of clarity.
You can save me.
As another view's of existence life prosperity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So touching. Keep on writing! (You might want to look through my poems, also. I've got some pretty good ones!)