The street is my home,
The sidewalk my bed.
On the cold, hard ground,
I lay my head.

Passers by stare at me
In disgust.
The lowest of creatures,
begging for a crust.

A past best forgotten,
No future awaits.
No home, no food,
no family, no mates.

Nothing to do,
my life is wrecked.
No place to go,
no self respect.

Once I had everything
going for me.
This is not how
it was meant to be.