The Street Dweller
Location
They call me "Homeless"
but don't care to ask my name.
I prefer "Street Dweller"
'cause the streets are my home.
They call me purposeless
but life on the streets spell
"Survival of the fittest" that
makes me far from useless.
They call me hopeless
but I have hope as I am
streetwise.
From place to place I trek,
I know bins full of food,
and outside which shop to beg.
Bus drivers know me,
turn a blind eye when I hop
on for free rides with my dog Fred.
They call me senseless
but I put to use the common
sense given by the Most High
when I look to the sky and
can tell if it shall rain or shine.
Then I know where to lay
my head; in someone's shed, a
fold up box, open air?
anywhere as long as it
is miles away from a fox!
I am a street dweller.
Yes, among life's fittest.
A survivor, that's who I am.
©Deborah E. Nyamekye 24/09/2016
Poem in soon to be published book
Gloom, Hope & Glory : Spoken Word Prose & Poems about everyday life & world affairs