Lyric of the Homeless Poet

The homeless poet sorrow , i---- [ lyric of the homeless poet ] Since the last ten years I have been befriended With street life and love I with the cold breath weaved The darkness of each night has made me lone was I to be like that opted in the apt life not to be not to be, not to be, not to be ……?? With that shoddy sky which never sought to be my cove At least to shelter me from its wet tears in my live Ache of heart breaks, wounds of hunger made was I to be like that opted in the apt life not to be not to be, not to be, not to be ……?? Humiliations of isolation profits Misery of life surpluses surfeits Oh street life, cursed to be you or the community was I to be like that opted in the apt life not to be not to be, not to be, not to be ……?? Who refused to save lives of us, who ignored when I be thirsty who blamed my life as the fault was caused by me was I to be like that opted in the apt life not to be not to be, not to be, not to be ……??