No one wants to see or hear me,
Walk away, you look so carefree.
Step around, or pass me by
A say ‘Hello’, you don’t reply.
My corner spot sits on the main street.
A sleeping bag, my only conceit.
Never one to shy away,
I’ll stand my guard by night, by day.
I know you’ve problems of your own,
Your constant work, you’re never home.
Some days you look as lost as me,
You’re doing fine? How can that be?
If things were different, I’de be there,
My head held high, but life’s not fair.
So please, next time you pass me by,
Just say hello, and don’t be shy.
Dec247h 