Homeless

Sitting on this snow covered ground
I see people walk past me but they don't see me.
Once in a while I get the courage to reach out
and my fingers brush against someone's coat.
Feeling it, warm and soft, against's my hand, I think
It makes me wish I had one of my own.

Leaning against this newly budding tree
I hear people laughing but they don't seem to notice me.
When I finally choose the moment to reach down
my hand finds a beautiful, freshly bloomed flower.
Feeling it, and seeing a little girl put on in her hair
it makes me wish I had no cares in the world.

Sitting on these sun reflecting bleachers
I watch kids playing baseball but not caring about the heat.
There are times I get the nerve to look at their feet
my eyes see new, yet broken in, sneakers.
Seeing them, comfortable and new, I start to think
Hoping I could have a pair of new shoes one day.

As I sit on this leaf adorned park bench
I see kids walk by in costumes but looking not-so-scary.
After I work up the nerve, I finally speak out
my words getting ignored, lost in the breeze.
Noticing that, It makes me think about my life
how there is no one to listen if I need help.

This is my life
all year 'round.
Beaten shoes on my feet,
no coat on my arms.
No laughter on my breath...
just another homeless day.