WHY ME
As the rain poors, the dark and gloomy street amplifies my foot steps. I often seek for a job at this time. I am homeless, my clothes old and tattered. As I walk I people stare at me. I hear people yelling snide comments at me, about my appearance.
And my walk doesn't help either, I have a slight knee injury, you see. When I walk I sort of stagger like a drunk man. It sounds something like this... tap slide bump, tap slide bummp. I sound like a staggering zombie. People probably think im either drunk or stoned, well guess what?
Not all homeless people do drugs and drink, I never chose to live this life. My wife and children accused me of adultery. My wife left with my children. She left me nothing. I never cheated on her once.
Sometimes I think she may of set me up. She never loved me all of her vows were fake. I loved her with all of my heart. I often wonder how she is doing all alone with the children or if she has a replacement husband and father. I often ask God "why me?"
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