Homeless

i wake up  brush my teeth in a puddle of mud in the middle of the street the same place  i wash my face homeless early homeless late i check my reflection in a right hand mirror wipe it clean it's a little clearer objects are smaller than they appear like my life  since i've been here of course i don't like where i am with no one here to call me friend hard to remember my past life something about that don't seem right i unfold my cardboard sign recite the lines i've memorized hoping for  one meal a day but have had less as of late on the corner is where i see people avert  their eyes from me i have to wonder  what i've done as i haven't  harmed anyone they look at me as if i were a bum but what i am  is a mothers son look hard enough and you will see i could be you you could be me