Living On The Edge

I am curled up in this doorway
Watching people passing by,
With tired eyes I see them
Christmas shopping, spirits high.

A blanket of snow has fallen
And a cruel wind has come,
To cloud my eyes with tears
As my hands and feet go numb.

I beg wait and silently pray
For someone to spare some change
To feed my hungry body
That now looks frail and strange.

Reaching out my blistered hands
To the pocket change they throw,
Which gently lands into my hands
As pennies mixed with snow.

I see them frowning down on me
I am worthless in their eyes,
Shouting at me to get a job
Unaware that I have tried.

I have pleaded and have begged
And with apologies am told,
That I am unemployable
As I have no fixed abode.

I am all alone I am down and out
No job, no home, no life,
I am weary and I am tired
Of the struggle and the strife.

I am happy when I dream
I have love, I have a home,
But awake into reality
Where I am saddened and alone.

So I will continue with this life
Try to smile at each new day,
And live my life in rags
For there is no other way.