You walk past me as I write

You walk past me as I write

On a cold cold crazy night

In my sleeping bag isn't that right

On your way to a bar tonight

Yet I can't do this with pen in hand

With no money you understand

Even though my life's not planned

And I'm an artist who is dammed

Who lives out upon the street

And needs to beg to make ends meet

Breaking the law which is neat

While looking for that special treat

Until that day I can say

Thank you to those in a crazy way

Who walked past me oh oh yeah

And didn't care hip hip hooray

Yet when I asked some simply laughed

While others did help as they past

So what the heck this poems daft

Yet thank you to those who helped when I asked