" WHERE SHALL I SLEEP TONIGHT ?"

" Where shall I sleep tonight ?" the old man said 
Nobody listened as he decided on where to call his bed 
Under Starbucks doorway a bit of luxury the old man thought 
Hoping against hope tonight he would not be caught 

For the old man was homeless and lives on the street 
An untidy looking man you should ever want to meet 
This old man is still someone's father or son 
To live this way is not joyous or fun 

So it was under Starbucks doorway the old man went 
A night not getting caught is a night well spent 
The old man had a blanket and the stars up above 
However all he ever wants is a meal, friendship and love