From forlorn days to times of grief
I trudge through life without much flare
Invisible to most I exist without hope
If I disappeared no one would ever care
No home have I or place to stay
All I own cradled in a single suitcase
The smell of fresh soap is a thing I treasure
As are coins I gather from a stranger’s grace
My dreams were much like those I watch
Forgotten laughter once filled that place inside
Yet life turned upside with the loss of my job
My dignity left as did my young bride
Though humbled by misery I retain my smile
Inside my head they still laugh at my occasional joke
Despite the smell of despair I do manage to subsist
Chances so few for those now lost and broke
So I plead to you with your civil wisdom
Are there causes greater than helping those like me
Why do you not see that we also need your help
Charity seems not possible for efforts without popularity
