Clothes of no style,

Trying to stay cool awhile,

Into a store to keep cool,

Kicked out, no money, what a fool…

Living on the streets,

Shoes barely on my feet,

Begging for water, no money,

No shade, much heat, the whole world sunny…

The firemen open a hydrant,

Sharing water with the plants,

Heat does quickly dry my pants,

In an alley found a friend,

Eaten away to a degree by ants…

His clothing and shoes all he had,

Hope in death he does not get of me mad,

But my clothing is ragged, my shoes got holes,

Feel you must for street living souls…

© ed ~ 8/2/06