No Pity Please
A vagrant
a bum
a hobo
a beggar
I have been named them all
and worse.
Its like water
Of a ducks back,
I cannot and will not
Allow the ignorance of others
To mar the happiness of my today.
I am sociably solitary,
I find great comfort
At being a liberated man,
As now the only one
I am accountable to
is me.
I have been a millionaire
several times over,
Nearly as many times
As I have been broke,
Easy come and easy go.
The money was always replaceable,
I was never one to worry,
To get suicidal over Stock Market crashes
Andor bad investments.
The losses I could not turn around
Where those of my only child,
A son who I lost to drugs and suicide,
And my beloved Martha
Who was felled ruthlessly by the big C.
I actually slipped in faith,
But not for long,
I found I needed God in my life
Since everyone else who mattered
was gone.
I am no longer a wealthy man,
With the tangible assets of proof.
But I am a contented soul,
I have retained my honesty, my integrity
And am sustained by the knowledge
That there is a Power of a Greater Good.
The small stipend I receive each month
Is more than adequate
For my no frills living.
My childhood friendMartin Cartwright
Allows me to use his address,
He takes ten percent to tithe
To his churchof which he is the Vicar.
He also places fresh flowers on the graves
Of those I love and have losteach Saturday.
Do you have any idea,
Any real idea,
What a pleasure it is
That when I go to visit and talk
To Martha and my dear son
Every Sunday to see those blooms
Blanket the beds of beloved souls departed.
I could live with Martin and his family
but I wont,
That is far more charity
Than I am willing to accept.
I stand in line at his Church
Each and every day
For the sandwiches and juice
served at lunchtime.
At night I eat at the Homeless Shelter,
Then turn in on my small bunk,
It is so small that I sleep,
Not enough room to be reaching out
for her who is no longer there,
Miss her I do - but sleep I can.
Tables at Jack In The Box and KFC
Have my name on themI am welcome there.
I read and doze in a comfy chair.
At the Public Library,
I need and buy new reading glasses
Once a month at least.
I picked up smoking after my son passed,
Now I have to have those smokes.
The river banks are a blessing
And I feed the ducks who greet me
With such great enthusiasm,
Like I said...
I am sociably solitary.
Dont pity me
I am a happy, happy man.
A vagrant
a bum
a hobo
a beggar
I have been named them all
and worse.
Its like water
Of a ducks back,
I cannot and will not
Allow the ignorance of others
To mar the happiness of my today.
I am sociably solitary,
I find great comfort
At being a liberated man,
As now the only one
I am accountable to
is me.
I have been a millionaire
several times over,
Nearly as many times
As I have been broke,
Easy come and easy go.
The money was always replaceable,
I was never one to worry,
To get suicidal over Stock Market crashes
Andor bad investments.
The losses I could not turn around
Where those of my only child,
A son who I lost to drugs and suicide,
And my beloved Martha
Who was felled ruthlessly by the big C.
I actually slipped in faith,
But not for long,
I found I needed God in my life
Since everyone else who mattered
was gone.
I am no longer a wealthy man,
With the tangible assets of proof.
But I am a contented soul,
I have retained my honesty, my integrity
And am sustained by the knowledge
That there is a Power of a Greater Good.
The small stipend I receive each month
Is more than adequate
For my no frills living.
My childhood friendMartin Cartwright
Allows me to use his address,
He takes ten percent to tithe
To his churchof which he is the Vicar.
He also places fresh flowers on the graves
Of those I love and have losteach Saturday.
Do you have any idea,
Any real idea,
What a pleasure it is
That when I go to visit and talk
To Martha and my dear son
Every Sunday to see those blooms
Blanket the beds of beloved souls departed.
I could live with Martin and his family
but I wont,
That is far more charity
Than I am willing to accept.
I stand in line at his Church
Each and every day
For the sandwiches and juice
served at lunchtime.
At night I eat at the Homeless Shelter,
Then turn in on my small bunk,
It is so small that I sleep,
Not enough room to be reaching out
for her who is no longer there,
Miss her I do - but sleep I can.
Tables at Jack In The Box and KFC
Have my name on themI am welcome there.
I read and doze in a comfy chair.
At the Public Library,
I need and buy new reading glasses
Once a month at least.
I picked up smoking after my son passed,
Now I have to have those smokes.
The river banks are a blessing
And I feed the ducks who greet me
With such great enthusiasm,
Like I said...
I am sociably solitary.
Dont pity me
I am a happy, happy man.
