These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Persona: "Homeless & Searching"

My days are spent much like a hen.
I search and search and search for food.
I find some bench to sleep, again,
and wake when others cry I'm "rude."

I was a man of business, then,
with others doting on my words,
a lifetime past, 'twas way back when,
but fortunes migrate with the birds.

So, now I'm seen as "He, who scams"
just playing hearts like violins.
I live each day on meager grams
of food and scraps, that jeer my sins.

Yet, were these sins just mine alone,
and not some choices out-of-hand?
I would not wander, sniffle, moan,
if I could find a lasting plan.

I wish I knew how I could change
my circumstance, and find a new road,
but who will help me rearrange
my life to find a true abode?

A homeless man, I sit and wait.
"Don't ever look at others' eyes.
for they'd despise me, loath, and hate.
They'd think my pleas are scammer's lies."

Is there Someone, Who can give love
to someone like me on the street?
Can I be saved and live Above?
Is Calvary a good soul's treat?

by Jay O’Toole
on May 25th, 2021