homeless man

i'm a homeless man,
 down on my luck.
i walk for miles .
and thay call it.
love her miles, for my moma.
finding out she have past away .
so i walk up to her grave. wear she lay.
tell moma,i mist her. every day.
hoping ,i well be with her ,some day
but i'm still homeless.
and that is all i have to say.
one rainy night .
i saw a flash in the night.
i wake up  in heaven .
thinking what a sight.
hear angel's singing in heaven .
come home, it supper time .
i walk in ,there stands moma.
i made it in time.