It feels different being in the position I am in

Imagine a seventy year old just learning to play the violin

Life throws boulders at some of us at times

We are totally unprepared our only weapon is our will to survive

From three meals a day and a roof over my head

To foraging through garbage bins and sharing with stray dogs the comfort of a bus shed

How could this happen to me

Once a top man now I sleep on concrete

And yes people pass and they talk about me

Some laugh and tell their children this is what you must not be

They categorize me as a mad man because life has gotten away from me

They categorize me as a mad man because I sleep with dogs and wake up with fleas

This is my real life I am struggling literally

And maybe I am getting mad because it is affecting me mentally

They did not give me a choice in getting the Covid jab

Two men held me and a lady in blue gave me a stab

I used to be one of them that looked down on people suffering

I used to look down on beggars and scorn people starving

My family was large and business was booming 

In the space of two years a catastrophe and in the bus shed I am now lyming

My associates and family members somehow came out unscathe 

They left me to drown when I thought with their help I would be safe

Fast forward two years and a forgotten investment has borne fruit

I am now at home and a tailor is taking measurements for a new suit

Fifty pounds trimmer and back to three meals a day

The dogs I used to sleep with are around the back at play

A different perspective and now I am a totally different man

How can the rest of us truly fathom what it is to be a homeless man

My home is now a haven for the downtrodden and hapless

I thank God for transforming me and blessing me with the gift of kindness