Ueno Imperial Gift Park

As I watched them wave and smile,
I wished that tape was all that separated us.
They knew we were broken, just wasted food,
A depressor that spoils the mood,
of their Ueno imperial gift park.                   
and if materials made the rich,
I was always a poor man. With a
Folded grey blanket and red autumn hat,
I was a thing that they stared at,
Then pitied for a minute.
And if happiness made the rich,
I was always a beggar. With a
tired mind replaying memories of kin.
My luck meant I could never win,
but ‘You never did have any have luck’, did you Kazu?

Inspired by Tokyo Ueno Station, Yu Miri