Homeless

I see the way your eyes never meet mine. The way I am invisible. What do you think of me when you hurry by your hand holding tight to that little boy who looks at me questioning. Do you think I like this life? No I was normal I had a job, a wife, a son, a house, but that change all of that changed when they died. Three people my lovely wife, our hyper son, and the boy who drove the other car. When we laid them in the ground that was the day I lost everything. Now all I ask is for a coin so that I might just eat this week.