He sits alone at the corner of the street
Not a penny in his pocket and nothing to eat
The sidewalk is where he makes his nightly bed
He can't remember when last he had a roof
over his head
He watches with a pitiful stare at those passing by
He stretches out his hand but no one gives him an eye
No one seems to care about how he must feel
His stomach grumbles begging for a decent meal
Constant solitude is his only friend
When I wonder, will his misery end
A homeless beggar but a human being
nonetheless;
Society's outcast, he's never shown any kindness
Day in, day out, his struggles remain the same
His ragged clothes is all that he owns to his name
He wanders about aimlessly through the town
But everywhere he goes they put him down
It would seem life dealt him a cruel blow
Alone is this cold world with no place to go
What will be this poor man's ultimate fate?
Its sad to see how others are so unfortunate
Paul Adolphus
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/homeless-37/
