The One

Colourful leaves being whipped in the air.

Beautiful girls walking and giggling in pairs.

Young men shouting and laughing in glee.

It might seem wonderful, but what about me?

I am the one who sleeps on these streets.

I have a think blanket but nothing for my feet.

You see me as part of the walls.

The hard concrete.

Please don't kick me, or scream at me abuse.

I am cold, hungry and helpless. I did nothing to you.

I will get through this. Just wait and see.

Have you heard of that thing called Karma? Don't be cruel to me.