Crimes

When walking down the street at night Much later than the hour wishes Much older than the watch permits A beat up bum takes on the vision of a saint Alleyways grow narrow by the dumpsters charm Concrete jungles stand alone unharmed Behind the bins the man sleeps in discomfort Driving rains melt the cardboard box away His home floats down the gutter in an instant As intended, downtrodden souls become exposed There is no hiding behind a beard when old Society forgives the sin of poverty They look the other way when in decay Crimes committed in alleyways are cruel A bum lays on the sidewalk in the rain Payment enough for being born When finished, he too will wash away