This poem is from my first book of poetry called The Face on the Clock has a Smile, it is dedicated to the homeless. Bad Luck Call 911 for an emergency My rent is overdue My credit card is over the limit It's been days since I saw sky blue I lost my job some time ago I'm on the street without an address My friends are all gone, my honey is too I'm homeless and in distress I owned a car, a Pontiac Was black with tan interior Attracted the attention of all the girls Made the other guys feel inferior My goal was to become a millionaire Now it's just to find some luck I've lost so much, I have no pride Hey Buddy! Can you lend me a buck? Broke is as absolute as total darkness It doesn't come in degrees Without a nickel, dime or quarter to spend I have nothing to offer but need It's raining now, but there's a drought for me My crops are all dried up The moon just slid behind a dark cloud Even my street is named Bad Luck What did I do to deserve this treatment? I didn't commit a heinous crime I'm not spending days in a prison now But just the same, I'm serving time If I won a million dollars today I'd take a ride away from here Find a home in Friendlyville Someplace to arrest my fears But with bad luck lurking close behind I feel I'm in a trap Call 911 for an emergency I'm fed up with this crap Say a prayer for the homeless and make an offering if you can.