Only having what he’s got.
Making ends meet from day to day,
Even when things are not going his way.
Living out here in the cold,
Expecting some help law and behold.
So he can survive the natural way,
Surely that’s easy, or is it I say.
Pleasuring himself by writing words,
On bits of paper, to be heard.
Enhancing his future, for the best,
That’s the homeless poet’s request.
©2008 By Dr. Geebers.
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