Left alone in the cold to die
All around on me, people spy
I scratch for the food I eat
And drink water that's lame
Oh and how all the uver people have so much fame!
when I have none
All I have is the cloths I lie in
My home is not grand...it's a bin
All on my own
Frozen to death
I close my eyes...and take my last breath
Thanks everyone for rating it ten. It's the only one that is! (: Jamie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
once again good content very good.Poor spelling and poor structure and would be better if rhymed