But For the Grace of God

Ive been on the street a long time it seems It wasnt always like this i had my dreams I envy the normality of the people that look at me and scorn This isnt a life i choose as they look me all tattered and torn I used to be a family man who worked and had pride Its been 5 or 6 years when it started my downward slide Now i trudge the streets daily cap in hand begging for money The weekends i loath the city drinkers laughing at me spitting at me and thinking its funny, Its a paradox though because i was once part of that scene But divorce and ill health the drinking job gone and so was my dream So my daily drudge is walking the streets in the hope of a meal I dont see my children anymore and its a constant pain i feel The nights are worst when the winters here Its not just the cold and the rain that i fear Its the hateful reactions from passers by Me huddled in a doorway cold and lonely to them i could die But what hurt me to the core and made my heart so sad This evening my daughters passed by me looked through me didnt recognise me there dad