Wednesday, 1 December 2010

See The Old Man

See the old man shivering in the cold

So lonely and living on the streets

So many storys to be told

His bed is now the park seats

Once, so many years ago

He lived in a house like you and me

How he is homeless, only he can know

No money in his pockets so empty

Only happy with a bottle to drink

Sitting in the cold rain, getting drunk

All his sorrows he will now sink

Hungry and rumaging through the junk

To those people who say it isn't fair

At them, laugh he just might

All pretending that they should care

Even though they are warm this night

copyright Chris Smith 2005

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