He lives life like a dream,
waits for days of luck.
Visits trash cans for food,
works the streets for a buck.
His face carries tear stains
underneath both eyes,
his smile is an unsure
mix of hope with pride.
So tired of days living
a life of torture,
he prays hard for a bone,
slight light exposure.
Wishes for a future,
that gives him a ride.
To transforms his slump walk,
into a smooth stride.
Pure faith and good fortune
held close to his side,
self confidence rises
no reason to hide.
Inner fights to accept,
others unlike him.
A dark void and unrest
makes their hearts so dim.
Giant smiles that consume,
brands of luxuries.
Ignoring ugly doom,
blind to misery.
A lesson he gathered,
was now simply shown,
money is quite useful,
but not for his throne.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Written for FFFC #203 hosted by Fandango
