Walking the streets with really no place to be,

Day to day survival, not such an easy game to play.

Within the heat or rain i travel and take cover,

As i look all around, there is not much care.

To take a bath or shower would be a treat,

Something to eat a much appreciated gift for me.

Conversation not a lot as i’m locked in my own world,

They try not to see me, pretending i’m not there.

I don’t wish to offend them as i’m not often clean,

My blame for my own circumstance is not put upon them.

I have a name, i am a human being, i grew up like most of you,

So many are one step away from where i sleep and stay.

So as i am embarrassed i would like to ask, please!

Can you spare a dollar.?

Keith Garrett