Lost is my name!
As I walk through the streets, my eyes squinting to the bright lights of the city night.
My legs and back still aching from the brutal rest of the park bench where I laid but hours ago.
Hiding my body from the bitter cold, protected only by newspapers.
The very same newspapers that will tell you that all is well with the world!
Maybe I'll read them, or perhaps they with provide me with a nice fire for me to warm my tired bones.
Ahhh there it is! A near by dumpter where I will share a meal with the rodents and others that must live as I do.
Do I live this way by choice? Or has a series of bad decisions chose this life for me?
I want so bad for this American nightmare to become my American dream!
What went wrong? Perhaps in life I zigged when I should have zagged!
If you happen to see me in your travels, please don't pass me by, stop and say hello! Allow me to introduce myself.
My name is Lost
Written By:
Roy A. McGill
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