A Homeless Man's Dream

There he is, living it up
In a house so big
A half full cup
Never a frown
Never alone
Wearing a crown
Of his very own
In a kingdom of love
And riches galore
Blessed from above
With a smile to adore
He can do it all
Without much care
No waver or fall
Nothing to fear.

There he is, now awake
On the street
Make no mistake
His life is hard
And lonely at best
His clothing is rags
And home to a pest
He begs for change
A penny or a Buck
With his empty mug
As he sings for good luck.

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