Monday, December 11, 2006
The Homeless Man
Someone asked me for some poetry and here's what I came up with.
"The Homeless Man"
There's a homeless man who plays guitar
I hear his songs when I fill up my car
He makes his home in a little green tent
It's over the wall, outside my apartment
Sometimes I wonder if it's just me
But is anyone jealous that he is rent free?
People feel bad and give him their cash
He has no need to dig in the trash
He talks all the time, though he doesn't talk much
Yelling at cars or at his own lunch
He's got new wagon to carry his stuff
No really, it's true, I'm not making it up
Long brown hair and a beard to match
Maybe there was a day when he was a great catch
Smoking is something he does with ease
But being kind to others just won't please
He's got a Bible that he reads real loud
But what it means I don't think he's found
What has happened to this poor soul
That he lost his home and he's out in the cold?
Maybe things will change and just get better
But until then we'll pray for good weather.
Posted by Shay Thomason at 3:13 PM
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