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Homeless

corrugated soul survivor scraping sustenance each day, insulated taxi driver sees and says..... just go away. someone's hand extends a dollar, for a jig danced on the side Can you hear them hoot and holler, as they purchase shreds of pride. Homeless when the day is finished homeless as the night descends, just another life diminished, poverty that never ends. he was once some mothers' wonder he once bounced on daddys' knee, long before his fatal blunder, he was home like you and me. now he sold his last posession, now he gave away his pride, In the mirror ,his confession....... he's not even home inside.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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