waking was very easy, the sounds coming out of THE HOUSE at this time of morning startled me, i thought it was music but as i listened more intently i realized it was noise, or was someone entertaining them self, the noise turned to voices, sounded as though someone was preaching inside the house, then the voices turned to music, maybe i am at the wrong house, i looked up in the trees no one was there i know when i left here to become homeless she was living in the trees, where is she now? did someone run her off? what was her name i must remember before i attempt to knock on the door, i think i best get out of this yard before anyone sees me, so i gathered my stuff and went to the front and outside the gate, it was still early so i did not knock on the door, the noise,music, entertainment i realized was the radio or TV playing some church
services, and then i remembered that it was Sunday a day of grace and thankfulness or is it, i began to think about all the wimmin and men living on the streets the homeless, i think we are called, that is really something to think about. on the streets, food and clothing was really never a problem, being safe well that is another story, but are we really safe anywhere? i just walked into a yard and laid down while the people inside never realized that i was there, just supposed that i was up to no good,they would have never knowed it till i was on them, so what exactly is safe. so anyway, i am standing outside THE HOUSE across the street, i have been here for some time now and no one has come out of THE HOUSE, what to do?
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