[Hpn] Sometimes Home Is A Cardboard Box

William Charles Tinker wtinker@metrocast.net
Sat, 10 Sep 2005 17:12:08 -0400

Sometimes Home Is A Cardboard Box

Today I feel sad please don't watch me cry
My Hobo hat's pulled low to hide my eyes
You don't see my tears anyway
everything I had's been taken away

Even my name has been lost
scary how much life costs
doesn't matter what's in a name?
when nothing about me is the same

I've been kicked out of the Wal-Mart parking lot
The man there hates the homeless, that's the thanks I got
who knows he may be two steps from my spot
and sometimes home is a cardboard box.

 Copyright 2005 Paul Millard