differing perspective

I've capitalised homelessness
to my embarrassment..
at an early age.. being pregnant
got me on the housing list..
and I gave birth to endless
possibilities..
after a time under some duress
I married and formed a business
International haulage was a sucess
Until bancruptcy caused reposses
and I was out on the street..
I fell back on homelessness.. sold
all that I posess and rented a property
children being my main responsibility,
But times grew hard and rent increased.. I had to beg from
The Authority for social housing
guaranteed..
All that I owned laid bare in a farmers field, mice running over my life in a heap.. whilst I travel twenty miles a
day to keep my kids in the same
school so they didn't feel grief
after six months I got a home..
it lasted till I got a job, a car and walked out on my bum husband..
and made a place of my own..
By luck.. I remortgaged.  bought
another two houses. then another
two.. sold a few and moved on..
Maybe I pass you begging on the street,  and I give you what I can
with kindness, but maybe I don't..
into your sympathy trap  fall..
I know about homelessness first hand..
what I don't know is drugs and alcohol.