God Only Knows

I stroll down the street with my head down, searching for money. I look for that stray dollar bill, that's how poor I am. My stomach growls from hunger. I walk down the street with my head down. I don't feel much pride today. I feel lower than low. I feel like life has walked all over me. Somehow, the tightness in my belly quickens me. Although I'm hungry, I will survive. I walk down the avenue as fast as I can. I feel my pace, as I hit my stride. The wind smacks my cheeks with a flair that only cold can bring. But I feel warm inside. I will survive my hardship and emerge a better man. Either that, or I starve to death. God only knows.