^ We The Unencumbered
Tattered misfits, we are called,
We ask not hate nor love;
Survival is our handbook
Stitched with suspicion's glove.
....We the unencumbered -
........We the homeless rove...
Nomads of an affluent age,
Life viewed from simple stance;
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: poem,homelessness