Why oh Why?

I sit alone upon the dusty street,

Never giving into defeat.

Watching people walk on by,

Wondering to myself why oh why?

Why do they pass me by,

And give a tiny little sigh?

Why do they lend me no hope?

But still I carry on and cope.

Sometimes people just look and stare,

This one thing, I cannot bare.

They stare at me as if I’m poor,

But I’m not poor, not poor at all.

I’m rich in life and in youth,

Yet they cannot bare the truth.

I look a mess, I must admit,

But do I not have my wit?

I have my mind and my heart,

Without them I would fall apart.

My life may not be the best,

Yet I do not protest.

I sit alone upon the dusty street,

Never giving into defeat.