A Talk With the Homeless Teenager

On the day darkened by the thick clouds I traveled aimlessly a round the ugly town There in corridor beneath the lonely street A boy seeming dead lay silently and straight Among the tins, papers and old boxes I moved my hand upon his patched rags And folks passing- by sneered at me standing there Mourning over such they took for thugs When in the end i decided to go The boy rose silently and clang to my feet “listen to my story, a cry of my soul” He said in the voice that rose and fell “Why in the world should one pretend To be molding rules he really can’t a mend You and he and she all know People like us only God knows! Dead or livin’ sick or cold The nightly creatures know it ll And what have we to eat who cares at all All they sing, peace for all And who care if we too got dreams, All they say reach your goals And here we freeze each night that falls And there they say God for all Love your neighbor s you love your soul A mocking statement to the living souls”