Homeless
Sitting in the shop doorway
People often stare
They don't know that I'm hungry
And they probably don't care
I'm not an alcoholic
And in drugs I am not stuck
I'm just a normal person
Who is down upon their luck
So when your in your homes tonight
Spare a thought for me
You sleep in a nice warm bed
Me below a tree
So if you pass me by today
And our eyes perhaps should meet
Please spare me some pocket change
And that way I can eat
Copyright © Marnie Memis | Year Posted 2008
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