![]() The MiserablesA Poem by The_Ancient_Rock![]() 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.
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2 Reviews Added on June 25, 2024 Last Updated on June 26, 2024 Tags: Alone, streets homeless Author![]() The_Ancient_RockTorres Vedras, Lisbon, PortugalAboutIs there a point? Oh well... Come and find out... if you must. more..Writing
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