Although I Wish...
December 20, 2011
All I got is this bag
Tattered and so frayed
One pair of socks to call my own
No place for my head to lay.
Beg for money to buy my food
No fork or knife, man this is crude
I wish I knew what I could do
I should slam a six of booze.
People passing in their fine business suits
Acting as if I am not here
“I am a man!” I want to shout
This life is hard to bear.
There is no job to be had
So I sit and hope for better things
Or I organize my tattered bag
Whatever it takes to not feel sad.
The sun is setting it is night
My fight has just begun
I pray I won’t freeze before it’s through
Although I wish my life was done.
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