Walking alone, along this street
worn and torn, my soar feet
the dirt of days covers my face,
The places I have been long ago
look the same on every road
it's like I never really changed place.
Under the stars my somber bed
Mother natures bosom I rest my head
and no one even knows my name,
My dinner you have thrown away
it is in the same place every day
and yet, you look upon me with shame?
Everyday lives just pass me on by
not wanting to know who am I
after all, I don't really even exist,
It is as if when I approach
a golf ball falls down your throat
and blind ignorance you must insist.
You think I always want your money
that's when you begin to look funny
I can tell when you start shy'n,
There is no thought to extend a hand
shake like man to man
"Hi, my name is Bryan".
Dedicated to a man named Bryan that I met on 8/9/07.
He was digging threw the trash at McDonalds.
I bought him a meal, He told me his name was
BRYAN
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