Gratefl Billy
Billy yelled for pain hoping that someone would have heard him
but everyone who looked his way just turned around and despised him
No one wanted to know why he was where he was at,
they just stared at his dirty clothes, his tousled hair and that was their fact
The streets comforted him at nights and sheltered him from the cold
From he was a little boy that was all he had, and now he had grown old
At forty-three he wished for a better life and for just a morsel of bread
but most of all he wished for a family and a bed to lay his head
With Further thought and three more years he closed his eyes and came to understand
That God had blessed him with so much things and for that he was very glad
He had clothes, food, life and a place to crash
from dust 'til dawn
but most of all he had something to eat each day because God provided someone else's trash.
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