I’ve got a homeless friend that’s known as Andy

Whose responsibilities are nearly nil,

He doesn’t have to answer for his actions

Or any other’s fantasies fulfill.

This simple lifestyle is of his own choosing

His wants are few, his needs are less,

And as far as his identity

He's a forgotten man with no address.

He works in peoples gardens for fulfillment

And for his share of vegetables and fruit,

And when you think of simple lifestyles

Andy’s resolution’s absolute.

His only forms of transportation

Are his bicycle and two fleet feet with which to walk,

And when engaged in conversation

He’ll crack you up with idle talk.

But his renown is in the details

When he hand washes cars and trucks,

And hand applies his secret waxes

You’d see his finishing touches are deluxe.

We’ll break bread on rare occasions

At a local restaurant,

A buffet that’s both our favorite

That provides your every culinary want.

He lives in the Jentico Plaza

Not at the Waldorf or the Ritz,

But resides in unrented units

Sleeping on the floor devoid of glitz.

He takes pride in his appearance

As he keeps a watchful eye on all the Suite’s,

And if not for this small humble blessing

He’d be living in the street.

But this is of little concern to Andy

A Christian brother that I love,

Who knows someday when up in Heaven

He’ll have room in a mansion up above.