I have no home
I live on the street
when I roam
its on my feet
sometime I mourn
but I'm not sore
when I was born
my folks were poor
I will survive
from day to day
its good to be alive
even living this way
people give me change a lot
to buy food and stuff
little have I got
but thats enough
I'm not alone
there are others here
the life I've known
year after year
ERNEST CLARY
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/happy-homeless/
