Bare feet

A coin from a rich man,
A successful man, flutters into my jar,
A man with rich parents and wealthy uncles.
I served in the war. 
Almost lost the spark of life.
I came home a hero, bound to a wheelchair.
Impaired, I lost everything. 
No home. No family. 
None. 

I am an egg.
The world, a giant wall.
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.

No matter how hard I try, 
No matter how badly I believe, 
I am stuck. 
I am stuck in the cloud of poverty.
No food.
A vulture.

I am in a cloud, 
All while these self-indulging businessmen
With rich homes 
And pretty wives
Bask in a life of luxury.

They are birds
Soaring through the airs of success,
Born into a world of wealth, everything handed
To them on a silver platter.

“Why me?” I whisper to myself, 
Alone in this dark alley, 
With only the patter of rain for company. 
Patter patter,
The rain sings as I drift off to sleep.

These are the shoes of the homeless man,
Empty husks of broken dreams,
Littered with tiny wisps of hope.

Bare feet, without shoes for their home.