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I am homeless.

A gust of wind,
A lapse of memories,
Time has eaten
the rest of my days.

On the verge of success,
I tripped deep within,
The flaming temptations,
Down to the end.

A speeding car,
Three coins in my jar,
I gave my family,
For a few dollars worth,
I traded what was precious,
for my life of misery.

I look around,
In search of hope,
I seek forgiveness,
Two decades too late.

A violent blow,
A beautiful face,
my three descendants,
And her pretty smile.

A careless turn,
A sudden flash,
And my life was gone.

I remember the final gasp,
of my life twenty years back,
I lost everything I ever valued,
I lost my life, that night.

You can call me homeless,
As you walk into my house,
and notice, that my heart,
is long gone in heaven,
In the tight hands of my
three descendants.

You took everything from me,
And even if I have everything,
I will always be homeless,
As beyond a sturdy ceiling,
The loss of my family,
will always leave me bleeding.


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