I have no home br I live on the street br when I roam br its on my feet br br sometime I mourn br but I'm not sore br when I was born br my folks were poor br br I will survive br from day to day br its good to be alive br even living this way br br people give me change a lot br to buy food and stuff br little have I got br but thats enough br br I'm not alone br there are others here br the life I've known br year after yearbr br ERNEST CLARYbr br