Living in a box…

At least I got socks,

My shoes do stick out at night,

I worry that someone will take them out of my sight,

My clothes and shoes are the only thing I do own,

Without them where could I, in this city roam…?

I live on the street,

I have my own box,

I have fixed it up quite nice,

But for the life of me I can’t keep out the mice,

I would rather live in a nice room with a real bed,

Rather than living in fantasy in my own head…

I may be homeless and a bit mentally ill,

But I have my pride and am intelligent still,

I served this country in the military,

I don’t now like to beg, but it is hard when hungry to be merry…

So if you could please,

I am not asking you to me appease,

I just want to have a real life,

To go to work, to live in other than a box,

To contribute my fair share,

To walk down the street without seeing the stares…

        © ed ~ 2/10/05