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  • Shaken by the reality of nothingness, I seek comfort in the cold gray concrete,
    Everyday I wonder around in my head, tracing all my mistakes that have led me seek shelter under a bridge every night,
    I soon realise that my misfortune is just another strand of this life were some are rich, more are poor,
    I pack my bags filling them up with all the dreams that never came true.


    I walk past garbage bins, I have no choice but to look through them, maybe I will find breakfast,
    Another man's rubbish is my daily treasure, a fleeting treasure sometimes as it can never be enough,
    To fill the big hole of sorrows in my soul,
    I eat half a burger and carry myself to next stage of my humiliation.


    I sit on the park bench gazing into the setting sun, I look forward to tomorrow,
    Imagine something more. I am trapped in poverty but my mind dreams comfort me,
    This life is not the end, its just one journey I ride through,
    Yes its hard! Yes its cold! Yes its Lonely!

    I am Homeless but I am alive to see God's many graces,
    Never small enough to inspire survival and champion faith,
    I am Homeless but I am not faithless,
    This is not my end, its my present but not my future.

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