How's that Go?

I wrote this about a homeless man that I knew when I worked at a convenience store. He had been a prominent business man, but lost a battle with mental illness.

A multitude of voices

Spinning through the cosmos of my mind

Which one to answer

Each strives for my attention

A hornet’s nest of memories

So real that I see them

But I cannot yet see them

For as I turn to the side

I see the street I walk upon

These old, gnarled feet I walk upon

Cannot hold this world up anymore

So tired, I let fall to the floor

And as day slowly fades

I laugh at a joke

Gone now ten years