Food Water Clothing Shelter

Gustave Courbet [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

I'm a man always
in search of a daughter,
in two girlfriends and a mother,



food



clothing



water.



Shelter me
please
I have nowhere
to go,
I have nothing to give
and I really
don't know.



Since the day
my child was
lost in the street,
downtown on the concrete



that's where we meet.



Don't give me sunshine,
give me a warm bed,
give me some solitude
and a place to rest my head.



I've walked miles
and still see no land
I've worked for years
and open an empty hand



I'll give an embrace,
I'm braced for the fall.
You let me go
and I let go of it all.