I want to go home,
But I have no home,
This is my home now.
There is no lock on the door,
There isn't even a door.
There are no windows to open
And feel the nice breeze.
There is no bed,
just some rags.
I sleep with absolutely no ease.
I wonder if I can afford
To stay somewhere, someday.
With a sturdy roof
That will keep the rain away.
But I know the truth:
This will not come true.
Because there are so many others
Still looking for jobs.
Why hire a bum?
