From a rotten pathways

An abondoned child

Having nobody to hold

With no hug and comfort from anybody

Having no roof to lay a head

Who was gonna accomodate with shelter?

With no mother nor father to cry for

Street was home

With no mother to sprinkle

No father to tend and mend

Dustbin Is where I fed myself from

Asking a shelter it was a thing I lived for

I an abonded child by relative

With no trust I’ll live long and survive

Successful and am still surprised how !

Thanks to a stranger who had heart and feeling

To keep me

And to give me love

What a mercy !