The "Homeless" Man.
I'm the "Homeless" man as you will see.
I don't ask for you to pity me,
Just don't be afraid to talk to me.
The glasses and beard they give me away. I push a cart to start out my day. My stomach it growls, While i look for food to start out my day. I found in a dumpster a slice of bread and some staled meat, along with a brownie to save as my treat.
My day starts to fade from light into dark the rains pouring down with no shelter in sight. I once had a home two children and Wife. It all ended one day when a drunk driver ended there lives.
They call me the homeless as everyone can see i choose to be homeless when my Family was taken from me. So if you drive by and happen to see, a homeless man just like me. Don't be afraid to talk to me, because you could be homeless just like me.
Written by Anna Baty