Shelter

Shelter


I have it good now,
a place to sleep,
regular meals.

Not so long ago,
I was on the streets.
That was rough.

I guess you could say
I have a problem
with alcohol,
or, it has a problem
with me.

Either way,
we don't get along.
It's cost me jobs,
my family,
self respect.

When I've been drinking
I've fallen down,
couldn't get on my feet.
A beetle on its back.

I was beaten up,
robbed
of what little I had.
They even took my shoes!

I'm in a program now.
I have a place to go.
There are people who care
if I live or die.