by Honey

Created on: July 22, 2010

I am sitting here with a sign in my hand

How I got here no body knows

The sign says will work for food

My hair is long my beard is too

I am hungry and don't have shelter

For the night

I sleep on the hard cold ground

Why am I here there is no relief in sight

Town to town no place to call my home

I am lonely and sad and hungry

Most of the time why am I here

This suffering is getting old

I wished I had a place to call my own

But instead I am here with the sign in my hand

Will work for food

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