Homeless

No hope in his eyes, as his tears fall A vision of heaven, as he waits his call Reflections of the past, now in his eye A broken family, is what makes him cry Beneath the stars, the dirt his home A wrinkled paper, his blanket alone Full moon his candle, to see his way His life ruined, when she left that day Wrinkled skin, around aging eyes A symbol of emptiness, from sad goodbyes Memories of children, that called him dad Images of a love, his arms once had Knees now wet, from rain where he prays Hands clasped together, begging these days His call finally came, with a heavenly hand Found beside a dumpster, another homeless man