A Poem-A-Day Celebration

“Life in the Big City as seen through the eyes of a Homeless Person”

The sun is so hot today.

I can feel the beads of sweat form upon my face,

As I try to make my way out of this rat race.

There is no finish line; I am not out to win.

I’m just trying to get back on my feet again.

But people are so unkind.

They don’t think I can do anything, even as I talk to them.

I’ve been walking all day; I am so tired.

I could end this charade if only I heard two words: “You’re hired.”

The air is so cold tonight.

As the wind whips across my face,

I try to think of a way out of this place.

I wish I had some money, some food, some clothes.

I wish I had some place to go.

But I am chased from everywhere I try to hide,

By those who tell me sanctuary is not mine to keep.

If only they could see the human soul in me,

I would have a place warm and dry—to sleep.

Poem submission by planetanarchy