The Homeless Man

He stands there and beg without dignity nor pride,

No money to eat, no keys for a ride,

Doesn't take life for granted, cherishes every meal, 

Hoping this is all a dream not time for keeping it real,

Staring through windows watching families with more than enough, 

Life as a homeless man shouldn't be so rough,

Looking back on his life as the cars go by,

Laying under the bridge asking God why,

The next day its the same routine,

Begging for handouts from people who are so mean, 

The sun goes down and the sun shines bright again, 

Just think if it was you being this homeless man 

Author's Note

Any feedback welcome

Reviews

[Chris]

The streets are no stranger and eating is a hell of a habit to have to break. you describe a hard "moment" that so many face daily and so many more WILL emulate as the economy continues to crash. THAT is life as WE ALL live it...

[Chozen1]

Yes it is very sad that we have so many out there living and struggling day by day thank you for your comments

[Chris]

keep standing up and speaking out...

[Chozen1]

will do sir

[Country boy183798]

I'm really glad you got your account working cause this poem is beautiful and very true and I wouldn't have liked to miss it. I like your choice of words, and the poem has a powerful tone amid a strong theme.
Well done mate, and keep on writing.

[Chozen1]

Thank you for your comment and yes so glad i was able to post this. I appreciate you taking time out to read it..