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I walk by and the shutters close.
I look into their eyes and they turn away.
No-one wants to help me.
Their doors slam in my face,
So I carry on walking through the dark, cold night.
I’ve prayed to God so many times, 
But he never hears my calls.
All I ask for is food and water,
Shelter to cover my body from the harsh winter rain.
I have no job because I have no home,
But who can buy with no money?
My family have deserted me,
Left me explore the unknown and wonder.
I used to be so respectable,
A wealthy gentleman of high esteem,
A kind, warm-hearted soul.
Now, I’m dirty and unshaven,
A ragged, unsightly wonderer.
No hopes, no future, no dignity.
I sit on the street corner,
Waiting for generosity, 
The chance that never comes,
Yearning for the meal I’ll never get to eat.
Oh, where are the people I helped?
Where are the ones I cared for?
Sometimes, even they walk by,
A look of disgust on their faces;
 Past memories swimming in their eyes,
As if dreams unexplored;
Then their eyes touch the floor-
They can no more bear to look at me.
I need ask no questions,
For to me, that is their reply.
I lie in the gutter
And watch the World pass me by;
I wonder from town to town
Looking for someone who’ll spare me the time of day,
But they turn away,
And pray that they’ll never endure my fate.

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