A Poor Popper

Not on the streets where one would fear for safety. In a home where nobody is rood. Not under a bridge in search of a place to sleep. A bed upon a pedistol for a wonderful night of dreams. Not digging in a dumpster seeking warm food after a restraunt had closed. Soaking up gravy with the last bite of a bisket upon a shiny plate. Alone and lonely not knowing where to go. Driving home to a family whos waiting to see me. Clothes dirty and no shower or bath to use. Bubbles glistening in a tub of delightful essance. A cold winters night will take ones breath away. A home with a wood burning stove gives warmth to the lucky ones. Yet a poor poper am i.? Words to write and why. Aww for I am not a poper but one of wealth beyond ones dreams. For i have been given a gift that no money nor fame shall taketh away. A poor poper is not me.