The Tramp         I sit their on the pavement    I might ask you for a dime    I would love for you to chat a while    But you cannot spare the time     My life was not always this way    I used to have a life    I used to own a home    I used to have a wife    I had a high powered job    I had made it to the top    My life was moving fast    It didn't want to stop   I liked to have a drink I used to drink for fun   It help me to relax    I couldn't stop at one    I was drinking in the morning    I was drinking when work was done    I thought i had control    Thought i was having fun    Days become a haze    I was drinking on my own    Staying out all night    And rarely going home    Cloths put in a bin bag    Put outside the door    I begged her to forgive me    But she didn't want me anymore    Even lost my job    Even lost my pride    Nowhere to lay my head    It really cold outside    Begging for my dinner    Begging for my tea    One man said he would give me money    If he could do sick things to me    Now i life in hell    With each day a drunken haze    Crying to myself    As i remember happy days         Listen to my story    The words i say are true    If life gets to much    This can happen to you    The Poet  Copywrite 2008