I am down and struggling,
knowing nothing of good fortune,
and the warmth of security.
There is no help to be had,
as I lie helpless in the streets
lost and alone in my contrite
position of suffering and shame.
It is a hard struglle just to survive
the mean streets filled with vagabonds,
thieves,hustlers and prostitutes.
There is no real hope for me in this life,
for I am nothing but a bum who has fallen
upon hard, bitter times.
Donavon Scott Vinson