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
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