August Forster

written:9/21/16

Homeless

I have no money,

No place to call home.

My life has cut me in a problem,

I am simply forever alone.

I stand by the streets,

Or walking up and down.

I beg for support,

But all I get is a frown.

I am homeless,

Nothing to call my own,

I won’t give up on myself,

That is why I still roam.

I sleep in the alleys,

The rats a friends.

I am very sick,

Is this how it ends?