I live from day to day, too often they are the same
I am 47 years old and currently work as a taxi driver. My youngest child has recently left home to go to university so I have time to spare and have decided to act upon my love for books and try my hand at writing. Two weeks ago I started a part time college course on literature and I love it so far
All men are created equal
Yes I am homeless
I have no shelter from the wind or the robber or the judging eyes
I live from day to day, too often they are the same
I worry, I wander, I shiver, I sit
Some people give me nervous smiles, loose change
Some even ask my name
Their lives are ordinary, as mine was
Before it went to shit.
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Stop a minute! You with the judging eyes and leather briefcase and authentic tan
Do you really think you are a better man
Than me? There but for the grace of whatever, wherever,
Could it all fall flat? Like it did to me
Stop a minute! Look! Are we so unalike?
I too am a man, and a good man at that!
Donna Godsman
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