Homeless

I'm a homeless but I'm not homeless

I roam the morning

I wander the night

 

I sat in the corner

But I'm not a mourner

I waited for a chance of fate

To cross my sight as I ponder

I didn't expect a date with ace

As those crumbling greens dropped in front of my face...

 

I'm a homeless but I'm not homeless

Even in the winter breeze

I feel the coolness of the peace

Am I not the only one who try to live with ease?

I do foresee and made appease

The heart I deem careless

 

I'm a homeless but I'm not homeless

Crossing the road

To that abode

I expect not a welcoming hold

I drank the kindness and ate the warmth

But do they care? I can only hope...

 

I'm a homeless but I'm not homeless

I must return to path unknown

I must travel to regain those loan

 

The day will end and the dawn come

Who do I wait under the same city sun?

The moment will come when I can't atone

That when others will see no crumb

They will know it's not about the sum...

 

I'm a homeless, but no, I'm not homeless

The street is my home

The lamps are my hopes

 

I do not hover if I can so soar

So I will live no less, like every other soul

 

 

 

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Comments

Ljhenry

I like this a lot!!