SHELTER

By Sandy Valadon

 

I looked for shelter

And found none

I slept on the street corner

I was cold

 

I searched for food

And found scraps

Bread that was dirty and old

 

I was filthy and sick

In need of care

But none was there for me

 

I was made derelict

Except for roaming the streets

There was no place for me

 

I chattered to myself as I roamed around

With no direction in mind

Through the vicious streets of the city

Half out my mind

 

They tossed me out of the bus stop

Where I meant to spend the day

 

And the children and old ladies laughed at me

And told me to get out of the way

 

There was a time I had a good name

But I can’t remember when

 

I had children, a home, and a good job

But it’s too painful to think of them.

 

I’ll probably die this broken creature

Nobody knowing or caring who I am or use to be

 

They say this could happened to anyone

Dear God, why? Did it happen to me?

 

Copyright homeless Grapevine Issue #23, Cleveland,Oh