its another morning,
i arise from my 'bed'
i need to get some 'breakfast '
i cant afford to munch or gulp
all i can afford is to sniff it
at my "sofa" i sit
awaiting my daily visitors
some come as cheaters,
to steal the little av acquired
sometimes a little help frm someone who cares is required
but i have nobody to stand by my side
nobody to hold my hand lest i drown on this tide
the chill of the night carreses me, leaves me frozen
all the heat in me stolen
as i walk down this streets
glue in mouth, my breakfast supper, i lack other treats
the hard lane is my bed
my roof in clouds it is made
when the rain falls, the pour is the shower to my body
because i am just a nobody
some sneer at my sight
while others run away in fright
"bad boy"some spat at my face
and sometimes thr cops wrath i have to face
"stinky"
"thief'
"pickpocket"
"bad company"
all this. this were my titles in the street
where at the sound of a siren i have to retreat
i lost my parents to this world
world that to me was once emerald
as i stroll the streets,my new found home
feeling my head with fantasies and create around me a dome
of just idiotic fallacy of whom i think i am but not i am yet
i sigh, i learn it is my pronounced fate
well its time for me to go find something to fill my cup
not by water or tea to gulp
but a coin or two
and sometimes a note too
this is the life i live with a lifted chin
i am a nobody whom somebody and everybody calls a street urchin
YOU ARE READING
THE STREET URCHIN'S DIARY
Poesía......"my son.. the world is just fair to its owners not us, we are just loners".....
