On cracked grey concrete
The old man sits
Teh lines of his face
Show hardship and pain
Torn shoes adorn his feet
A black plastic bag
Shelters him from the rain
The street is his home
He has no place to go
No family or friends
No-one wants to know
Just how did he get here,
Where is he from?
there has to be someone
Somewhere to belong
The rain eases up
And he's out on the street
His cap now off his head
Is placed at his feet
His eyes cast low
Having just woken from slep
He begs for some money
For something to eat
People walk past
With shopping in hand
Their own eyes downcast
As they approach the man
So many walk past
Look at him, then away
Some people look sad
And throw coins his way
With money in hand
And cap back on his had
He walks into a shop
To purchase some bread
Today is a good day
A whole loaf he can buy
It will last a few days
for now he'll get by
He lifts his gaze
To the skies overhead
Black velvet clouds bring rain
He walks slowly back
To his home on the street
The plastic bag gives him shelter
Again
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