felt the bone rattling chills. of the.night  against my face.


I have felt the hunger pangs of not enough food to eat ,
half starved by the cold and sometimes the snow .

To where I must go ?
Home ,
This is where I belong ,
not a warming stove a
nice coal fire .

To this is my home where no body cares if I awake ,
or die .
Or if frostbite tears my toe from my foot .
To this is a cap where only pennies not gold coins land .

And wait each day on this floor on the ground ,
for the general public to give me something to eat .

For yes I have slept in doorways past people walking by ,
in the street .
So cold are these nights alone on the streets .