AS I WAITED FOR THE BUS,
I SAW HIM DIGGING IN THE TRASH,
LOOKING FOR SUBSTANCE THAT WOULD LAST.
WITH TEARS IN MY EYES, I WONDERED WHY!
AS OTHERS WENT BY, I PONDERED HIS PLIGHT,
WHERE WOULD HE BE SPENDING THE NIGHT.
FROM ONE STREET TO ANOTHER, HE SHUFFLES ON,
DREAMING OF A LIFE THAT NOW IS GONE.
HOPES OF YESTERDAY, DRIVES HIM ON HIS FEET,
IN DISTANT CRIES, HE YEARNS FOR PROSPERITY.
BEING POOR IS A VERY AWFUL THING,
IT LEAVES YOU SCARCELY NOTHING AT ALL.
THOUGH YOU'RE NOT RICH,
BE HAPPY FOR YOUR BLISS,
FOR IN A DAY, YOU TOO COULD FALL!
THEN, ON A JOURNEY OF STRUGGLES YOU'LL FIND,
WANDERING AS YOU GO;
PAINFUL MEMORIES AND EMPTY DREAMS,
WHEN WILL IT END, WHO KNOWS!
