Told me he accomplished a feat
When he smiled, showed no teeth
Told me there were times he was fragile and weak
Today he stands tall to brag of blessings he reap
On top of lies and deceit
Treasures of trash is his treat
In winter he struggle for heat
In summer he randomly sleep
On ground or bench seat
Fate casually takes a leap
He said to me
"Hey young man... I've been homeless for 520 weeks!"
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