he rolls his wheel chair each day looking for food others toss away checking dumpsters for old bottles and cans a large trash bag in his one good hand he rolls from town to town always searching a scraggly dog trots by his side crossing streets in blazing sun or biting cold he rolls with the punches sleeps with the moon a man hit by the hard knocks still he smiles pats his dog in shade of life's dark side a smile for others who see him some who don't doesn't faze him... he's been them all still rolling along the wild streets of L.A. homeless in the richest land of all... America