I exist in this world
for reasons unknown
In search of some meaning
as to where I belong
I know not why,
I am forced to be alone
I don't understand why,
the streets are my home
There must be an explanation
for the homelessness of our land
There must be a reason
I just don't understand
I begin each morning
in search of a way
To end my miserable life
so I don't have to live this way
The world would not miss me
If I were not here
For they know not that I exist
Nor do they really care.
Joyce Paxton
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