Not a penny in my pocket,
Nor place to lay my head,
The days are never ending,
All filled with sense of dread.
No one dares employ me,
At times I'm forced to steal
To buy a coat to keep me warm,
Or some kind of a meal.

Nothing to do, nowhere to go,
I live from block to block,
Happiness has passed me by,
Only heard, the ticking clock.
Hopes are all but shattered,
Youthful dreams are gone,
It's hard to rise above despair,
With nothing to pull upon.

Trying just to snap the chains,
Hoping for a chance,
Yet people just feel "sorry" for me,
Not given a second glance.
Sometimes I get a handout,
To ease a troubled mind,
But most of my belongings
Are the things that I can find.

I've heard about the bootstraps,
Barely out of reach,
Life is creeping up on me,
Without a trick to teach.
Society has shunned me,
I missed the school of knocks,
Surviving to the end of days,
Living in my box.