A cardboard box is my home
In the city where I was born
Wine beer and rats are my best friends
My meals come from trash
Sometimes it's hash
Or a soft pretzel hard as an oak
I beg borrow steal
to get a good meal
Like hot dogs and burgers and such
I smell like hell
And would bathe in a well
But there are none
Spring showers are nice
They rinse off the lice
That reside on my half balded head
So remember me when
You strive to be thin
Because death is not choosey
About your lonely fat life
My life was chosen
By living alone in my strife.
this is a sad poem, sad as so many people are homeless and cant be helped. i have a poem about bein homeless too, its called 'with hope' maybe have a read? Lindsey
Very powerful and well written and poignant poem. Tops to you. Jim
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You speak for so many homeless and hungry people in the world John...a very sad but real piece 10+