On transit he is everytime with no specific destination..pacing the streets everyday with no hope,survival being the order of the day,no belonging to call his,where his legs gives up on his body there he calls home
How long shall he continue like this?
Having a meal a day to feed on could only be a blessing..he has a lot on his mind,suicide being one of them
When he walks up to people no one gives a listening ear because of his looks and stench,he's had no bath in days.
What is the essence of living he says
With diminishing hope every passing day
After the day's travails he returns home..under the bridge,there he calls home.
There goes the story of a homeless man
My entry for the contest @dpatcher