Tough Days

A few years back When I was on the verge of homelessness, No phone, no food, no heat... I remember going to the bodega, To look for something to eat I had $3, a fortune for me So I walked the three blocks To that deli My conscious, however, Burdened me down, As you will see... So I wound up buying cat-food For my three cats I guess some people Would say I'm "bats" I had no intention Of acting nobly Just doing what seemed right, I trust with this you will agree Trying times, These surely were, So I did my best To make my cats purr It's hard to explain, But watching TV, Before they cut off My electricity, To see people Eatting in restaurants, And living in nice homes, Made me wonder What I'd done To make my only comfort my poems.