The Addict

I see him everyday.

He just sits and sways.

He had a stomach to feed.

And yes a mind, so what if full of greed?

He had no money to spare.

But he had his own share.

Of?

Things unknown to you and me.

Things we don’t everyday see.

Pangs of hunger.

Lack of slumber.

Yet he dared to dream.

One day to be society’s cream.

He wanted a house a son and a wife.

Who was he?

He was the addict.

Addicted to LIFE.