Looking at the beautiful women

Looking at the beautiful women

Walking past my bed at night

I think to myself  i'm so lucky

To see such a beautiful sight

Even though I am homeless

And living out on the street

In my sleeping bag oh oh yeah

Meeting everyone I simply meet

Even though everyone keeps staring

As I do what i simply do

And I hear a lot of them saying

He's not homeless too

Is it because I sit and write

To hopefully improve my life

Yet money isn't everything

Now that's real sacrifice

With many a laughing stranger

Going out to enjoy their night

No much wonder I simply drink

And love the words I write

For everyone to simply see

And read on this blog too

Yet I don't get paid for doing this

But then again would you

with inspiration running freely

As the cold air gives its bite

In Brighton at Christmas time

That's what makes poets stand and fight

Even though we have our troubles

And our words come in perfect flow

We have to stand up for ourselves

If trouble comes you know

Which could take us back to prison,

As we defend our health,

Even though we have no money

Or should i say no wealth