Ully

Gazing at a tramp, stood by a tree shaking, staying there looking damp, listen to some muted song, inside me one never fails, face the need to belong, better not take a chance, cautious of this silly game, test myself for balance, hope I’m not wrong, looking at the rain, pehaps he'll play along, ask how much his path, is sweetened from my gains, no more pennies to cast, maybe he'll hold my locket, say sister you're great, turn gold in his pocket, it somegow makes me laugh, quick to praise each day. what do I get out of this, shuffle my remains? ,