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It wasn't my first choice
To put all my stuff 
In the shopping cart
I found 
behind the Walmart 
I don't even care 
about the wonky wheel
Somehow 
It gives it the perfect feel
I have never been
one of the ones
to go in a straight line
So I like it just fine

Some might think 
I'm a bit strange
Trying to cling onto
some of my old life stuff
A small comfort on the street
that most people
don't think of as rough
Less is more
when you don't have enough
Giving up even that
is kinda tough

I'm not out to hurt anyone
I just want to be left alone
Instead someone called to complain
with their iPhone 
"The guy with the shopping cart
is out there again"
They don't want to see inconvenient truths
So I'm left to feel the pain
my cart confiscated
all my stuff poured out
left in a pile in the rain.

Maybe someone
could give me a room
Instead of sweeping me away
with a bylaw broom
It wouldn't have to be a big room
just a small one to start
A bit larger than a shopping cart
Now that would be something
to warm  more than my heart

A shopping cart initiative
Trade up to a space
I'd no longer be nameless
a smile on my face
A little is a lot
when mixed with grace
Everyone yes everyone
should have their own place

I wrote this piece after bylaw enforcement officers confiscated the shopping carts of some of our homeless population down town Kelowna.

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