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I am many things; most of all depressed like a homeless man asking for change,
Someone said they sitting on a cardboard box,
but unfortunately I can’t take the credit,
I was standing by the street light writing poems and taking donations
I had a job, counting the tears that feel from my face, guess I wasn’t fast enough.
I forgot time wait’s for no one.
They gave me some pink slip and said they’d call me,
I haven’t heard anything in months
I put on my best suit and took a marker and inscribed,
“Will Work For Food,”
and walked back to the street corner hoping someone would sponsor me,
I stood next the woman who sells roses,
We even talked for a few moments,
She said, “I picked roses, because they resemble life,”
“You don’t water them, and encourage they’re growth
they’ll die.”
“Here are a few, try it”
