A Homeless Water Puddle:

by Scott Cole   Jun 3, 2015


I am but a Water Puddle
And I live on the streets,
Becareful where you step
Or both of us could meet.

Because I am homeless
Nobody really wants me,
For I am such a bother
Most people would agree.

I will disappear on you
With not even a warning,
You tuck me in at night
But I'm gone by morning.

So my parents get mad
And they both desert me,
I am kicked to the curb
My puddle in the street.

It's not much going on
A splash now and then,
From a kid up the road
Or a lost fountain pen,

Cause nobody likes me
They jump or walk around,
I'm not that shallow people
I want never put you down.

I'm really a good puddle
I always stay to myself,
I'm just right for my size
So I'm in real good health.

I've never been in trouble
For even tripping nobody,
Just a few close calls
Cause I'm a little naughty.

I'm very fun to play with
So I make a good friend,
But I move around a lot
So our friendship will end.

I'm not real good in school
They wipe the floors with me,
Because I'm hardly ever there
And I'm very rarely ever seen.

I have both my ups and downs
But I am only who I am,
And just what you think of me
Depends just where you stand.

I am but a Water Puddle
And I need me a real home,
Cause I'm so tired of living
On these streets all alone.

For it is wearing me down
Like a long hot drought,
These streets are no place
You should ever hang out.

So hey you up there mister
And your big rain coat too,
Its ok if y'all soak me up
I'm dying to go home with you.

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