The Street Life

The wind blows strong at my back It is only warmth that I lack For these cold nights cut like a knife In a life that's filled with nothing but strife Peace will come to me one day I presume that will be, when I pass away I'll be laid to rest in the cold hard ground Alone, with no one else around But a life spent living on the streets Was a life that was incomplete If only a break had come my way I might have lived a better day But I know chances were there The problem was, I didn't care I probably could have built a better life With a family, home and a wife But it's too late life has come and gone To the other side I have moved on 5-16-2015/RjH