J. Abram Barneck ~ Suspense, Fantasy, and Sci-fi Author

For being a lethargic loaf I’m damned
To forever be exposed to the land
Exempt from entering an edifice at all
Never to take comfort in a floor or wall

A roof will never protect my head
Nor will I ever sleep in a bed
I wasted my life inside my house
A foolish, lazy, languid, louse.

To forever wander the streets, I’m cursed
Could there ever be any curse that’s worse
Than suffering in rain, snow, and cold
And never to end for I never get old.

If I had but lived my life to the most
I’d not be a lamentable street ghost.