The Bum Sleeps Without a Dream
A miserable existence
he seeks shelter from the cold
smells of wine and urine
body's growing mold
Sits between some buildings
tonight this is his home
lays out a beggars cup
falls asleep there all alone
No plans for his tomorrow
he sleeps without a dream
miserable existence
has no way or means
no sense in feeling sorry
his life can't be rearranged
just dig deep inside your pocket
and give him your spare change
Copyright © Ron Derby | Year Posted 2009
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