Napowrimo '10 Warm-Up: Homeless
You've seen me on the street
At least a hundred times
You've never given me a glance
Or even tossed me a dime.
You've walked by me, unseeing,
Just rushing by on your way
Unthinking, uncaring, unwilling
To let anything disturb your day.
You've eaten in a restaurant,
While hungrily I watch.
Heedless of your own largesse,
You tighten your belt a notch.
Who am I, you'll never wonder,
Because I'm not worth the note.
I'm just a skinny stray dog,
With a dingy, matted coat.
I could wish for food to eat,
I could freely wander and roam.
Yet all I really want in life
Is a single place I can call home. Originally posted at Writerholic's Anonymous, my writing blog.