The Street Life Poem by Ray Hansell

The wind blows strong at my back
It is only warmth that I lack
For these cold nights cut like a knife
In a life that's filled with nothing but strife
Peace will come to me one day
I presume that will be, when I pass away
I'll be laid to rest in the cold hard ground
Alone, with no one else around
But a life spent living on the streets
Was a life that was incomplete
If only a break had come my way
I might have lived a better day
But I know chances were there
The problem was, I didn't care
I probably could have built a better life
With a family, home and a wife
But it's too late life has come and gone
To the other side I have moved on


5-16-2015/RjH