Life of a Homeless
This poem is about the plight of a boy who leaves everything behind to find the inner peace and about his state of being homeless.
Standing I shiver for the warmth of a home
Alone I beg for forgiveness
Still hungry how am I to spend my few cents
Still wondering how long will it take to be far away
Can I have a moment of magic to find peace
Not in the clothes I wear
But in the water running for the dirt to be washed away
Hungry so now the food is set
Start with any which pleases
I find the last bite quite filling
Still wondering am I supposed to live without
The smell of the scent I used that day
Are the new clothes going the same old way
Is there another child who waits to meet my kind
Is the world small enough
For happiness to occur in such shaded days
Wondering about the days I spent waiting for my present
And there it goes taking away gloomy days
So creeping and consuming why didn't I ask for time to keep
How it all goes turning days into nights of cold
And let me show the night is a little stranger
As it moves from minute to the second hour
Blinding all my senses and letting me keep the old helpful things
Am I blind why can't I see
Life doesn’t call you twice
Specially if you have been done with your life
So am I lonely when I call
Another man to see and help me out of the shade that consumes the light
Alone I beg for forgiveness
Still hungry how am I to spend my few cents
Still wondering how long will it take to be far away
Can I have a moment of magic to find peace
Not in the clothes I wear
But in the water running for the dirt to be washed away
Hungry so now the food is set
Start with any which pleases
I find the last bite quite filling
Still wondering am I supposed to live without
The smell of the scent I used that day
Are the new clothes going the same old way
Is there another child who waits to meet my kind
Is the world small enough
For happiness to occur in such shaded days
Wondering about the days I spent waiting for my present
And there it goes taking away gloomy days
So creeping and consuming why didn't I ask for time to keep
How it all goes turning days into nights of cold
And let me show the night is a little stranger
As it moves from minute to the second hour
Blinding all my senses and letting me keep the old helpful things
Am I blind why can't I see
Life doesn’t call you twice
Specially if you have been done with your life
So am I lonely when I call
Another man to see and help me out of the shade that consumes the light
By Paarth Kadian
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