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. ___ This isn’t a personal story of mine