Farewell to the man that no one knows

Standing in the dark, peering thru grubby, rain speckled stained-glass.
the cold tingling his tread beaten, flesh bare toes, whilst dribbling from the nose.
a faint amber maybe rose, glowed, creating silhouettes of those, of them, the men that someone chose.

seven:ten and four... wanting more!

sitting in the dark, the foolish louts are out, with no care or reason about.
shunned and ignored, he retreated thru city park and lamp lit street to sleep,
To sleep; where rain sodden newspapers lay clumped up on the welcome mat.

twelve:fifteen now five its a struggle just staying alive.

six:thirty and seven, now heaven, farewell to the man that no one knows.