I've been criticized and idealized, treasured and turned away, put to work and robbed, paid big and overcharged, de-railed and rampaged, threatened and befriended;
I've been kicked down, pushed out, walked over, passed by, stared at, shouted at, and mocked;
I've been helped, welcomed, spoken with, carried away, lifted out, fed, bathed, laughed with, listened to;
I've been left for lost, left behind, left waiting, left without a goodbye;
I've been picked up, cleaned off, handshook, and shoulder-patted;
Along this road I roam,
I've slept in parks and
slept in homes;
I've gone hungry and
I've dined for free;
been caught in rain and
handed an umbrella.
Why, you might say I'm a lucky fella.
My legs are weary, but
warm hearts are plenty.
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