Blue skies are my ceiling
Sometimes they are grey
My life is on the edge
Dependent on the day.

Wind can be my enemy
When it’s icy cold
But if it’s from the north
Its warmth is to behold.

Living in the elements
Challenges every day
And relying on charity
Is a heavy price to pay.

Income is a problem
And rent I do not pay
I have no walls around me
No permanent place to stay.

I don’t have a job
Some think that I am lazy
But I have no fixed address
Bureaucracy is crazy.

We’re not all dealt a fair hand
When it comes to life
Some get it very easy
And others only strife.

I didn’t choose my destiny
I had very little say
I reacted to the punches
That life cast out my way.

So, when you see me on the street
Know that I am human too
I may not have a home address
But I have a heart and soul like you.

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