The Miserables

A poem about homeless people.

I am all alone. 

I ain't got no home.

Cold shivers me to the bone. 

My loved ones are all gone. 

The night starry sky is my sheet,

for blankets, I got card, sweet. 

My lunch was a tuna can, 

I no longer feel like a man. 

I drink the cheap wine, 

from the bottle, after the vine. 

It really helps me sleep, 

some form of relief. 

Once I was somebody, 

a parent, a lover, a friend. 

Now I am old, and it's all coming to an end.

I am nobody, but I could be anybody. 

The regular hobo in the street, 

my upside hat you can meet. 

Flip it a good bill, 

enough for a happy meal. 

I once had real dreams, 

grand schemes, play things. 

I though I was happy, 

suddenly all went crappy. 

Now I live in the street, 

that dangerous people visit. 

It is not good for anyone, 

stay away my son. 

Young Marion left her crack son, 

in a trash can. 

She was not ready to be a mom.

These could all be real events, 

with real life precedents.

My beard is long, 

for two coins I'll play a song. 

Holes in my shoe, 

but I can still dance for you. 

My clothes are old and dirty, and I smell, 

the whole wide world can go to hell. 

In life, I did not end well, 

I am homeless, farewell.

Author's Note

A poem about the harsh reality of life...
For some at least.

Reviews

[Amy R]

This right here shows how harsh reality can be, it is happening all over the world.
I dislike it but its only so much we can do to help temporarily..

Thank u for sharing such a realistic poem.
Greatly inked
-Amy

[The_Ancient_Rock]

Thank you Amy...
I tried to get in their shoes, more or less.
Yes, these are troubled times.
Thank you again for your visit and your review.
Take good care, friend.

[Amy R]

You did it well,
You're welcome.
U too, take care.