Tired of lonely life on the streets..
a box for a sheet, ankles for a seat..
No cares,..bus fares,..quiet
disdainful stares.
god help me make some sense of it all?!
Restless nights full of fevered prayers,
believe you me, he awnsers the call!

One knows not, for all seem right,
just a brief recess from life's lonely plight.
A minute of thirtlessness for all the years,
spent in the toilet living through fears.
How unexpectedly it turns the head,
from "Better off dead",
to Who made the bed?

Well, the awnser is clearer,
day..by struggling day..
nearer to the bearer
along growths trodden way.

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something old with something new
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I like this one
Very good

Very nice