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revised from 2014

He looked like an old antique with leathered skin - creased and tan,
His lips trembled as tried to speak - his words were hard to understand- 
His eyes were a beautiful blue, but held only his fear,
Nothing around him was clean, and on occasion he shed a tear-

Once he had a good name and and could spend money without a care,
Life had been a challenging game, but now it was just drinks to share-
He wasn't trying to drown sorrows - didn’t have any as it’d been so long,
His life turned into a downward spiral as everything went wrong-

One drink became two, three, then four - always a barroom brawl-
Friends didn’t hang with him anymore, but he didn't give a  - - - - at all-
Lost everything that mattered, now jail time didn’t scare him in the least,
Being behind bars when plastered, 3 meals in the slammer were a feast

Drunk with no place to go, he sat by an liquor store street light,
But under the downtown bridge- a hole, is where he slept most every night-
When told by another of his kind, “Go where you won't be alone,”
His broken soul found  "Wino Town-"  the place he now calls "home"-

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