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Had to be Somewhere
Other than the fact of it,
There's no reason why I sit
Here upon a wooden chair,
Not on cushions otherwhere.
Some may now repine on moss,
Some on silk may turn and toss.
Some may concrete cot complete,
Using cardboard from the street.
Others find their tale has passed,
In a bleeping bed at last.
As these things are not my fate,
Here is where I sit and wait.
There's no reason why I sit
Here upon a wooden chair,
Not on cushions otherwhere.
Some may now repine on moss,
Some on silk may turn and toss.
Some may concrete cot complete,
Using cardboard from the street.
Others find their tale has passed,
In a bleeping bed at last.
As these things are not my fate,
Here is where I sit and wait.
Cute, but feels like there's kind of weak context. The speaker is lamenting others' fate as well, yet his thoughts on those people aren't clear. Like I presume he's glad he's not in the homeless person's situation, but he doesn't express his feeling on it, just that it's a different scenario than he finds himself in. And with the running theme of waiting, I don't know what he's waiting for. The rhymes are clean. The meter is as well, if a little forced by word choice here and there. It's a fun little thing, as long as you don't go looking for too much meaning in it.