Living In Tompkins Park In the Late 80

not one to judge I do not wear the sober robe as my past less than pristine i lived a life of no riley never begging for a meal I was given plenty for the trade to be me with no greed freedom a difficult journey as you have to pay the price of your mistakes with pride and no fear to chose the streets and no compromise to look in a mirror and give yourself a smile as you never lost your generosity in the dire of hard time the sky protecting you sleeping on a bench and a blue tarpaulin a bounty to keep you dry on snowy nights and friends visiting you as they worried more than you were knowing that you had to reach the bottom to climb back the ladder.