My name is Life.
I live under a bridge.
I eat from the dustbins.
I'm always asking for money.
I stand by the robots.
I'm always asking for food from every car that passes.
I ask pedestrians too.
Some folks feed me.
Some of them call me names.
Some folks hate me.
Some call me a junkie.
Little do they know.
I never chose to be here.
It was never my choice to be here.
I don't even know my mother.
Who gave birth to me?
I grew up here.
under the bridge
This is my home.
I don't have friends.
I never went to school.
I'm simply a boy.
A street boy
No parents
No relatives
I am only a person.
Sometimes I freeze due to colds and heavy rains.
But I survive.
I'm still alive.
Living by God's grace
Life is a mystery.
About the Creator
Gloria Penelope
I believe creative thoughts and ideas that become inspiration could change someone's life. I create poetry, short stories, and articles based on my thoughts and ideas.
Comments (1)
Interesting. The topic is iconic