I am one of the least of your brothers.
I am neither your son or your lover.
I am just another.
I am just a face in the crowd.
Neither silent or loud.
I just need your love and support
people are my court.
They decide whether I should live or die
or sit on the pavement and cry.
give me faith give me hope
because I cannot cope.
I have no distinctive features
I am no street preacher
sometimes I am a wretched creature.
I have no money I am poor
siting with my begging bowl on the floor.
knocking on your door
for shelter on your floor!
I have no girlfriend I cannot score
no one cares for me any more.
I stink but I try not to think
I try not to think
I try not to think that I wish I hadn’t been born.
I have a yawn…..
then I sleep on a park bench till dawn.
By Daniel Hooks
AKA alienpoet on facebook