These streets and alleys
I've chosen to roam
No roof nor shelter
No memories of home

My shopping cart
Contains all I can hold
Leaving behind
The world I sold

No room for memories
Nor kitchen sink
Beyond a care
Indifferent to stink

No *******
No riches
Just the essentials
Bags full of resentments
Where I lay my head
And dream of what could have been

I park my cart
Outside the liquor store
Short of change
I panhandle a little more

I quickly turn in my returnables
And purchase the cheapest wine
I  return to my cart
And now life is just fine
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