Life of a Homeless Soul
by © RCD
Roving around, no destination---
but the busy streets, full of strangers,
faces that gaze quickly turn around---
no sympathy but spite!
The bed is where sleep asked,
Always quivering, cold; to yearn
for morning to come fast, for him
to mingle again with strangers!
The stomach that rumbles asking for food,
survival instinct fades the way---
garbage, the favorite restaurant,
menu, left-over, thrown away!
With weak and slow steps,
walking to the way of garbage;
hoping for food to survive the day---
the routine life of a homeless soul!
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Note: This poem was published in 2004 both written and in audio production by poetry.com, The International Library of Poetry, under my name Remy Cruz Dorio (Remedios de la Cruz Dorio).