Homeless

February 9, 2010
By , east chicago, IN
All day long
I sit on busy corner
All day long
With my pale hands,
And my weak wrinkly body
People laugh when walking by
I see children walking by,
Boy I wish that was me.
When people smoke
They think of me as if I was nothing
I am rough stinky and skinny
And still I sit all day long the same way
on busy corner.





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