I am many things, but most of all depressed
like a homeless man with a coffee mug asking for change.
Someone said they saw me on the corner sitting on a cardboard box,
but unfortunately I can’t take the credit-
I was standing by the street light writing poems and taking donations

I had a job, counting the tears that fell from my face,
guess I wasn’t fast enough.
I forgot time waits for no one.
They gave me some pink slip and said they’d call me if they needed someone,
I haven’t heard anything in months

I put on my best suit and took a marker and inscribed,
“Will Work For Food.”
and walked back to the street corner hoping someone would sponsor my growth in life.
I stood next the woman who sells roses,
we even talked for a few moments.
She said, “I picked roses, because they resemble life.
If you don’t water them, and encourage their growth
they’ll die. Here are a few, try it.”

Refugio Daniels