Homeless

I walk the streets all day,
Sleep on cold stones at night,
Somehow I've lost my way,
In my dark life I see no light,
I'm tired and I cannot fight,
Worn out with silent despair,
I had enough, I've given up,
I've stopped to really care,
When I was young, I had it all,
Then I got Aids and took the fall
And now I'm begging in the mall,
Take pity on such men as me
And pray that god will set me free...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz