Homeless Yet Hopeful — a poem by Paul Byrne
Wet cardboard beneath me saturating my musty sleeping blanket
Drizzle raining down on me yet paradoxically refreshing my tousled hair
And all I yearn for is a stare at first and then a glorious smile
Early morning sunlight cascading through the clouds
Its rays proffering hope as it gracefully warmed my bearded face
Yet who cares if I disappeared without a trace?
I gently watch the commuters as they race to work
Busily briskly racing across the pavements flagstones
Yet no one stops to glance at me, as I rest here for eternity
Weary from disturbed slumber I happily recall my youthful exuberance
Times past, parents and a warm bed, a pillow beneath my head
A dry abode and food so regular a joy to behold
Stories told in bed at night as I lay there wrapped up tight
But now my loose damp clothing irritates my cracked skin
The church bell rings out announcing mass for those who wish to pray
Yet here I lie in my smelly clothing yearning for a nights sleep
