This Homeless ManA Poem by THREE-SIXDon't just stand there and stare, give a helping hand.
Those cold hands sheltered in his lap...
A simple life chosen to live, perhaps? Could no bed be offered though? Not even a chair? In that desolate, gray street of the city frozen like ice, but still calmly sitting a cigarette is lit and- smoking, fretting, spitting - he makes his retreat from human affairs And so, another lonely story without any care shoots a puffy white cloud of smoke in the air and I can't help but stare... at all of his dreams briefly lingering there as he disappears leaving the cold, winter road seem so quiet and bare. And the sun in the sky is In my eyes as it rises I look at this guy As he tries not to cry his Heart out... Sometimes we drive by even though he needs help The indifference within is a sin in itself Only focused on the ladders we climb and we climb And Heaven forbid if you're not to work on time Maybe he's hungry; he very well could be sad Maybe bad luck's all the luck that he's had Perhaps he was rich and traded stocks for big cash 'till the whole market crashed - fortune gone in a flash Maybe he thought, 'In America, land of Prosperity, With so many Christian hearts filled with Sincerity Surely someone will lead me back to the fun I'll repay them their kindness - no harm will be done…' '…But in the Home of the Brave and the greatest of lands Not one single man will lend me a hand... When an insult and pocket change is all that I find In my sweet home America - I must've lost my mind! ' I see the sun in your eyes, in the sky as it rises Remember my friend, life is full of surprises And one day… You may find yourself standing next to him Beggin' for bucks; beggin' for change; Down on your luck; down in the drain; Lookin' aroun' with a frown on your face Cuz you ran outta gas and now your a*s is sittin' out of the race Could you ever let go of the stuff you don't need? Or, is it deep in your bones and the blood that you bleed? did you read the fine print in your contract on the day you signed your soul and life away? So, if you ever see a lonely story Without any care cold wind in his hair Mmaybe his thumb in the air... Stare if you dare but, consider it fair - - Fairly likely that one day It could be little old you standing there © 2016 THREE-SIX |
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Added on March 24, 2016 Last Updated on March 24, 2016 Author |