A Beggar On The Street

I used to be rich I had a big house with a big backyard I spent all my money away like it was water The little money I had left I gave it away When it was gone I had lost my house, my job, and my friends Today I am a beggar on the street My best friend is a bottle of rum As I beg for money on the street everyone that passed by me Had noticed that I was dirty No one wants a beggar for a friend I have nowhere else to go except to live on the street I am getting old and my life is passing me by There are wrinkles on my face I can hardly walk straight anymore because I am almost always drunk I drink too much I am a beggar what else should I do than drink That’s what beggars do best I know that one day my heart will give out and I will die When I was rich I wasn’t happy with my life Of course I had lots of friends They didn’t stay around for too long My money finished and I became a beggar They tell me I have no shame I would rather live in a refuge camp than live on the street The streets are dirty and filthy At least there would be water to drink, food, and shower If I am lucky on a good day I get enough money to buy me a bottle of Rum and a doughnut to eat On a bad day I just have to starve I know I am dirty and smelly There are no showers or washrooms on the street I would love one Soon will be winter and I will go to a men’s shelter There I will get some food, a hot shower, and a warm bed for once