Some Bum
That man you see,
On the streets he be
Living with nothing to his name
He holds no one to blame.
You call him a bum
Doesn't matter where he has come from
Wasn't his choice to be on the street.
Living without no heat
That man you see
That man is me
Dreams that were mine
My light did shine
Once upon a time
Before life became a crime
I sought to reach so much higher
Then life became so dire
Lost all I had
Made me so sad
Not because I was bad
Just the way it goes
Who knows
One day to the next
Life gets taken out of text
A ...I love you to late
Or to early if on the first date
Great
I sit and make words rhyme
So give me a Nickle give me a dime
Give me a moment of your time
I have nothing yet I have so much
Sometimes hungry for the human touch
I still reach so very high
Failure still.makes me cry
But still I try
I ask still
Can your heart even feel
This is me this is you
So true
We are him
We are them
One moment in time
A misspoken rhyme
A step to late
Changes of fate
Love Lost
Whatever the pain cost
Tears in the wind
Wherever they may send
A kind heart
That fell apart
This is what life has shown
what life has sown
Kindness as you pass by
You may be there next to cry
Warmth comes from more than just heat
When living on that street
Don't bow out in defeat
Teardrops fall
Yet stand tall
Life steadily changes
Words rearranges
Never to late
To make your own fate
Copyright © William P. Harris | Year Posted 2023
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