There But For The..... Poem by Ray Hansell

I'm cold, tired and hungry
I'm living on the street
When people see me
It's me they don't want to meet

My clothes are dirty and torn
I'm in bad need of a shower
I feel like I grow older
With every passing hour

My hair is messed and dirty
My teeth are rotting away
I hate my existance
As I struggle from day to day

It wasn't always this way you know
At one time I had a home and family
I lived on the good side of town
A place I no longer see

I use to make more monry
Then I could ever spend
But the down turn of the economy
Put that all to an end

So now I beg for pennies
To get through each day
Some people aren't very nice
With the things they say

Get out of here you bum
Go on leave me alone
Your the one who chose the streets
It's not my fault you have no home

I once knew the warmth of a home
Everyday a shower and shave
But I guess my next real home
Will be when they put me in my grave


5-14-10/RJH