THE STREET IS MY HOME

 

the street is my home

under the bridge is my habour 

they say it is too cold for comfort

I lie down always and it ain’t my fault 

where I lay my head every night 

cause nothing else bothers me right 

when I’m calm, I withdraw from every fight 

I constantly brag with my might 

the harsh nature is tender 

nature cuddles me without bother 

rain drenches me without care 

I constantly fall sick without fear 

the street is my home 

we scurry always for food with no hope 

no brother, no mother, less love 

sometimes, we fail to acknowledge the God who sits above 

our hopes are dashed always 

but we live everyday as it’s our last 

we care less what tomorrow brings 

for the future holds no surprise for us

@talk2leigh

8:51am

21 Jan 2023