The homeless man in town
Sits and stares with a frown.
Bound by the inability –
To live, to love , to moan.
He sits and wanders
When is his end?
Who knows this man I speak of?
He is everywhere that is nowhere
You see him wherever you go.
He will smile at you, in return
You walk on -because you don’t care.
Splendid weather outside today
The sounds of nature fuel our hearts.
This man still sits there -running on nothing, Waiting for something.
It’s wishful thinking he will survive
But the truth it seems is deceiving.
You have seen this man before.
Only ten years prior, this man was rich,
A banker of trades with a pound sign in his name.
Now you know who he is
Does this mean he deserves a smile?
Or the gutter he resides in
Should be left unclean –
Most would suggest he waste away- in the stench of people’s money.
A few others may pity his soul.
I picked him up -out of the gutter
I took him home, hungry I offered food.
Yes sir, do you have any caviar?