I have a brother,
I have a sister,
I have a father, a mother,
I hardly have a family.

I know you’re my friend
And that standing stranger
And that beggar over there
They know me very well.

I have a house with the roofs
Yet I live here with you
My house has too many walls
With you, the streets our world.

I have cousins so many
Can trace my family tree
Yet no one’s there to call
Nobody knows me at all.

I maybe destitute than poor
I am a pauper in spirit
Amongst the things I owned
It’s with you I found my home.


June 05, 2001

About the Author: William B. Ramos is a 20-year-old [Liar, liar!!! ] Filipino living in Bulacan Phillipines. His many works are reflections of his diverse dreams and ambitions in life, the highest of which is to be the world renowned ‘telephone operator’. He is a people person and his disability has not stopped his to experience life thru the eyes of able-bodied people by being their friend & listening to their stories. He loves novels & biographies & short stories but in as many that he wrote, he has never written one. Talk about ironic…