The Beggar

Sleeping on the road,
Begging for money,
Jail is come and go,
I wish I was free.

Sitting on the side of a road,
Watching cars go past.
A police car turns at a corner,
It honks me with a blast.

I’ve slept in shops,
When the night has rain,
And feel the rodents
When I sleep in the drain.

Sitting on the street,
I see a graduate.
He gives me his sweater
I smile and he feels great.