Pain of the Street

The concrete jungle is my home This cardboard box, my shelter from the storm. I never I thought my life would be like this Never thought I'd deviate so far from the norm. You avoid my gaze, you look through me You pretend I don't exist. My being homeless makes you uncomfortable You swear, you would never live like this. Food and shelter, you take them for granted Once upon a time, so did I. I used to have a job and a home and a family I lost them all, once I started getting high. My drug of choice was cocaine A wicked taskmaster is she. A Twisted domineering mistress I am but a shell of the man, I used to be. The cold hard sidewalk is unforgiving The streets are filled with crime. I beg like a dog, for a scrap of food Because I don't have a dog gone dime. I try not to look in mirrors I don't like the image I see I avoid my reflection in windows There's a pathetic, wretched old man, staring back at me. I pray that in Gods Kingdom There's a new home waiting for me. One where there is no hunger No pain, and no poverty.