A beggar on the street

That is a new poem Written by Aldo Kraas

I used to be rich

I had a big house with a big backyard

I spent all my money away like it was water

The little money I had left I gave it away

When it was gone I had lost my house, my job, and my friends

Today I am a beggar on the street

My best friend is a bottle of rum

As I beg for money on the street everyone that passed by me

Had noticed that I was dirty

No one wants a beggar for a friend

I have nowhere else to go except to live on the street

I am getting old and my life is passing me by

There are wrinkles on my face

I can hardly walk straight anymore because I am almost always drunk

I drink too much

I am a beggar what else should I do than drink

That’s what beggars do best

I know that one day my heart will give out and I will die

When I was rich I wasn’t happy with my life

Of course I had lots of friends

They didn’t stay around for too long

My money finished and I became a beggar

They tell me I have no shame

I would rather live in a refuge camp than live on the street

The streets are dirty and filthy

At least there would be water to drink, food, and shower

If I am lucky on a good day I get enough money to buy me a bottle of Rum and a doughnut to eat

On a bad day I just have to starve

I know I am dirty and smelly

There are no showers or washrooms on the street

I would love one

Soon will be winter and I will go to a men’s shelter

There I will get some food, a hot shower, and a warm bed for once