Life on a bike
You see me wondering around town
Maybe looking in a bin or two for food.
I am an outcast by society.
You may even stare at me with a look
Of disgust on your face
But who are you to judge.
I am human just like you.
What would you do in my situation?
With my life on my bike in carrier bags
and maybe one ruck sack i find a bench or a doorway
I may even have a tent to spend the night.
I might get moved on but does anybody care?
I am just minding my own business
With no harm within my heavy heart.
Yet i get teased and maybe beaten because of the way I live.
No one seems to understand, no one seems to care,
I am not a tramp I am a homeless person
Trying to survive in a harsh world.
As i wonder from town to town, city to city
In this cruel world.
With a heavy heart full of rejection and
With my life on a bike.
I am just a human just like you.
C.J Walls