The walk
Lessons learned and lessons taught
All because I took a walk.
I decided to take a walk around the block.
To get some air before my mind locks.
I saw a man they called him a bum,
He smelt similar to what you would call a drum.
Stinking and old,
Dirty like mold.
No wonder he has no friends
That's why he's a bum, I suppose.
Along came three ladies stunning in Gold.
Dressed to impress.
Fashion and style
But when they saw the drum, I mean the bum.
Their noses could not hold
And their eyes turned for better.
They had no hope for the bum.
Like filth they thought, rotten and scum.
Bum couldn't care less.
He had no stress.
I thought of this case
And I saw a deeper grace.
What if bum had a name?
Did it really matter?
Living on the streets.
Does homeless mean foolish and worthless?
