Homeless
You could tell he didn’t know
Who he was or where to go
You’d find him around town
Bedded down on a piece of ground
I’m sure there was a time
When he was just so fine
But that was long ago
When his world was aglow
Now there are no dreams
And the world is so mean
Well he doesn’t know who he is
Or his life he no longer wants to live.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Copyright © Paul Warren | Year Posted 2017
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