Being Homeless
Homeless...
Useless...
Shameless...
Nameless...
These are few names by which I'm known,
Though I would rather like to be called as Lazarus...
Regardless, let me tell you the truth --
I care less and fear less,
Far less than you, who make those nasty faces at me,
As if I would eat you...
Yet, I ain't heartless,
Sure homeless, but harmless.
Life has been harsh to me, but I ain't hopeless,
I fear God, who has not left me comfortless.
This faithful dog is by my side, all the time,
As are my fellow brothers,
who share with me my roof, the sky,
And my bed that keeps changing,
Nonetheless, I'm satisfied with what I have --
Nothing to lose and nothing to gain.
When I see you all walking about so worried,
I can't but smile,
And my fearless smile is sure to render you...
speechless...
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