Being homeless can happen to any man, and because of my story I know that it can. Lost without shelter and nowhere to go, my daily struggle is the only thing that I know. I lost my job then my home went next. Things went bad so quickly, I thought I was hexed. When you look in my eyes, please don't see a bum; just see the worst that my life has become. I only wish I knew how to get back on my feet, my life is so bleak that I feel the defeat. It's hard to be hopeful when you've lost all you had. Today inside I only feel sad. I survive on handouts, as the people pass me by. I smile thank-you while inside I cry. I've heard that brighter days are coming, and I hope that will be, because right now being homeless is all that I see. Opportunities pass because of economic lost; can't even build on the skills that I have been taught. My clothes are tattered and worn straight through, no longer providing warmth, not even my shoes. I huddled up so tight, trying to keep myself warm, no space in the shelter living type dorms. The weather is threatening to be really bad; a plas- tic bag to cover me is all that I had. But I'm not discouraged and I look straight ahead, tomorrow might be my chance to secure me a bed. So today when I arise and look all around, I hope a warm bed is there to be found. I'm down on my luck and this thing is true, remember my story could easily happen to you.
