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Jun 2017
i am at with thy sleeping bag


As i stand here in this dark night of rain
nowhere but these hard cold walls
just for me to lay the icy drops  run down
my dirt covered face

other stay where they are placed
im hungry but i dont want to ask people
for change i would rather not been looked down on
with such unprovoked hate and rage
either way people will still  judge me
when i would
rather feed on the
sandwich discarded from since i don't know when
As i reach within this black and gold plated bin  
Whilst i was it down with my 9%

they see a needle and without a thought twice relate it to me just
Because my clothes are ripped and i have no money or a place to live and yet i still try to make lemonade with what i was given but you still you see what I've built and demolish and break it just because i didn't

quite make it in
to you're sliver spooned toffee nosed society sorry i was quick to judge and assume
and that eitherway
was not right of me i do apologise ever so politely
you may have had if not the same but worse of a start off in life than me

either way one thing we do have that we share is we both have the ability
to laugh kid,care,love and joke  and the will to share so...

if you have a penny a pound or a sandwich
spare or and hour to talk and problems to share then grab you sit your self down next to where  ill be where i always am with my dogs and belongings in that  door way there.


Written by
daryllsmith
Written by
daryll smith  milton keynes
(milton keynes)   
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