A Pauper's Lament

i sit here pondering where i went wrong, as i gaze at the world from way on high, for once i was handsome, clever and strong, now i realise i was living a lie. i once had a dream of being in law, i once had a hope of great wealth and fame, a house, a car, wife and child i saw, look at me now, only poverty, shame. i wasted my money on drugs and drink, was thrown out of my house, i live on the street, i wash my hands in a drain, not a sink. i sold my shoes, now i walk in bare feet. such torture it is to live such a life, every day is naught but trouble and strife John Whitty N.B: this poem is not about myself, but is dedicated to all those who have been made homeless or lost their lives due to the ever present problem of alcohol and drug abuse.