Every one has issues.
Each of us has failings,
even if we don't see them.
Or if we do know
we try to avoid.
Problems that bluck us
from moving forward on things.
Which is hard enough already, folks,
with the stigma we bear
just from being Homeless.
Too many things pile
on our plates so often.
So we tend to gather up
in small, very discreet groups
to talk things over.
This is our days.
Worrying what we can change,
frustrated by things we cannot affect,
and worried over what awaits
with the next sunrise.
Even I suffer this.
Blinded by some vague hopes,
twisted up over things around me,
and nervous about tomorrow's prospects
as I dig out.
There's only one answer
for us on the streets.
Just shrug it off best able,
and try to drive on
hoping somthing gives soon.
worrying it never will.
21October2013 - Dyfedd Rex
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