My humble abode

Just me and everything I owned

So far from home

The great big city I roam

Left with only my car

Wishing upon star by star

To have enough to eat

My warm bed a backseat

People pass by

Some walk past and sigh

Others offer kindness

I’m grateful for their status blindness

So, yes I live in a big city

But my life isn’t ideal or pretty

What I wouldn’t give to be a part of this city

Instead of the man who receives their pitty

LLK.

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This isn’t a personal story of mine