Homeless
Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.
His desolate heart only knows to survive.
He stands on the corners and begs on the street.
A dingy can filled with coins at his feet.
Some people say he is just simply lazy.
Others have said he is brooding or crazy.
I've heard people scream to him - You need to work!
I've seen people throw things and laugh and say - What a jerk!
I shake my head and my eyes swell with tears.
Has this been happening for years?
I tend to picture this man as a child.
Did his Mom or Dad hit him, or just let him run wild?
What gives people the right to stand there and judge?
It could have been them standing knee-deep in sludge.
It may have been alcohol, depression or war.
How can anyone understand why his life went ajar?
I'm not sure either, but still there he stands.
With the shirt on his back and a guitar in his hands.
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