I live underneath a bridge
Out pass Red Creek ridge
When it rains keeps me dry
Do not have much but I get by
I am everyman you ever knew
No one sees me though they do
Look strange so no job can I find
Seems no one ever sees the sign
They always look the other way
Never quite knowing what to say
See me and suddenly go blind
Turned their back on humankind
I walk the streets of night alone
To find scraps of food to take home
Back to out pass Red Creek ridge
To my sleeping place underneath a bridge
Roger's Stories & Poetry 