Under A Bridge Poem by joe foster

A man laying under a bridge,
cold and shaking,
needing his fix,
looking back on his life.
wondering how he got there,
if anyone still cares,
his wife and children on there own,
wishing for him to get better,
to come home.
wanting better things,
to go home.
how did he get there?
it started with a drink,
soon he lost everything,
in just one little wink.
to become one again,
just one simple wish,
wanting to go home,
to give his wife and children a kiss.