Homeless Man
~~*~~
Thinking to myself how it must feel.
When life comes down to begging for a meal.
We were once equals you and me.
Until my job flew south you see.
When no one wants to lock eyes.
That’s when another piece of you dies.
With no place to call a home.
You’re now on the roam.
Huddled around a can at night
is your only light.
Eating out of trash cans
Takes the last piece of dignity away from a man.
With courage in his soul and faith in his heart
He dreams of his new start.
Copyright © Cory Long | Year Posted 2011
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