Smile

Laid up on concrete,

Watching people walk by,

Just average people,

All fancy with expensive cars,

Expensive attitude,

Expensive lifestyle,

I look at my body,

And see less than a penny of expense of me,

No clues of to escape,

Just sitting here hungry and lonely,

Eyes stare at me,

But their hearts ignore my silent soul,

This sign won't help get any further,

Nor will my begging get me ahead,

Well continue with our day,

As time passes into the night,

It's nighttime and less people are around to see me despondent,

Still holding on to this sign,

My soul feeling like a lost puppy,

Hungry,

Dirty,

Sad,

But I never seen one person walked a street not complaining,

About how they wish they were happier,

Or had more money,

Or wished for a better life than they have now,

I finally realized that people and I have contrast in our lives,

They receive and receive,

And receive as much as they want,

But still unhappy or unappreciated,

As I give off homeless vibes,

Yet receiving nothing but looks,

Talks,

And disgusted faces,

But as I am laid up on this dirty cold concrete I smile,

Because somebody who looks over me,

A powerful man who gave me life,

He manages to still push me through all this ludicrous hell,

Praying to him every night that I make it out one day,

So I smile,

Not because I believe I'll make it out fortunately ,

But because somebody who's miserably wealthy,

May need a reminder of lucky they are,

And be happy!