Jesse

The sun was blaring down That August afternoon When Jesse came into the town Of Early Blossom Bloom The sun had blistered up his skin His shoes were worn and tired The clothes he wore upon his back Was all that he acquired Jesse was a loner Traveled light and all alone No family he could speak of No place to call a home For food and basic shelter He would trick upon the street For a twenty dollar bill His throat would be a treat His body aged and weary From the life now forced to live A new found way of living No man had chose to give The effort once put forth Strength he no longer had To earn an honest living A concept he didn’t have What would come of Jesse No trade to call his name In life he loved so many men Each one a different way But love for him was just a fix An action he would show Not something that would stick around And nourish his inner soul He travels to the city In hopes to find a friend One last fool to take Before giving up his sin But in this town There was no one To cater Jesse’s ways No place for him to go and stay Or a simple bed to lay He sat down on the park bench As dusk filled up the sky Weary from the journey made In hunger he did cry In life he played a hell of a dance No partner came to stay Deep down afraid The city streets Would be his home to stay In Jesse’s heart was anger For the people passed him by Not one kind word was spoke to him He sat alone and cried His prayers of some compassion Were seemingly unheard This was life for him now Banished from the world He died that night a lonely man On the park bench all alone Laid to rest in a lonely grave The place he now calls home The life and times of Jesse Now just a memory He was a man most would forget For shame of his company Think back on the life and times That Jesse brought to earth Would you have shown compassion? If you seen him all alone Who is to say who is to judge For a life lived on the streets For Jesse it was all he knew And all he could ever be