Sitting on a bench
Watching folks go by
Catching just a glimpse
Of thoughts within their eye
To most I am invisible
They just don't see me there
Or maybe they’re in a hurry
So much they just don’t care
I sense a bit of pity
From those who look my way
Wondering if at some point
I might have had a better day
I smile from deep within
I know things they do not
I’m not trapped by worldly things
In greed they have been caught
I have no place I call home
But sleep in shelters at night
The beauty of the moon
Blessing me with it's light
My clothes are old and dirty
But they fit me oh so well
After just a short while
You don’t really notice the smell
I rarely end the day hungry
So many people just waste
So of to search the dumpster
I’ll sample now a taste
Oh yes, I get some stares
Street people usually do
But stop and think it through
Am I happier than you?