Growing Old Homeless

I am growing old homeless. I do not fear the growing old part of life,, I do not fear the homelessness,, I fear being alone.

I have now told you my fears,, can you beat me? I haven't told you my dreams,, and I know those dreams keep me going. What are your dreams?

What are the dreams of the homeless? What do the homeless fear? Perhaps,, it is as always,, one must ultimately look into the mirror and face themselves. Peace.