Although I Wish... December 20, 2011 All I got is this bag Tattered and so frayed One pair of socks to call my own No place for my head to lay. Beg for money to buy my food No fork or knife, man this is crude I wish I knew what I could do I should slam a six of booze. People passing in their fine business suits Acting as if I am not here “I am a man!” I want to shout This life is hard to bear. There is no job to be had So I sit and hope for better things Or I organize my tattered bag Whatever it takes to not feel sad. The sun is setting it is night My fight has just begun I pray I won’t freeze before it’s through Although I wish my life was done.
Posted on: Sat, 27 Jul 2013 14:05:28 +0000
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