There was a time not so long ago,
when the roof disappeared from above my head.
I lost my way with no place to go,
and the future suddenly filled with dread.
I sit here as they pass on by,
maybe seen as some filthy pest.
People unwilling it seems to meet my eye,
as just merely another uninvited guest?
My place in society lost in one blink,
as they peruse shops wares.
As little by little my heart did sink,
for they have no interest in my cares.
As I ignore all who judge and moan,
for now these corners and doorways are my only home.