Invisible: Co-Written With C Devonshire

clad in rags, he wanders on Wall Street he is invisible to hustling stock brokers he is a man with no money, no property a hapless struggler of excessive loan burdens bitter winter winds blow across Broadway he is invisible to affluent theatre-goers wearing warm winter coats he is a man who watches them scurry past the cardboard box that is his bed like a rain-dog, huddling in the shadows of alleys and doorways he hears deafening explosions of New Year fireworks he is invisible to the revellers he is a man who cowers, recalling gunfire of a war he fought echoing through his mind in restless nights the incessant thumping of traumatic stress he is invisible...a victim of post-Vietnam, Afghanistan and Iraq who once bore a uniform and served his country with pride he is invisible suffering alone, paying the price through severe disabilities and permanent scars with sadness, he watches voters going to the polls he is invisible, a veteran with no voice in elections he is a man who cannot vote without an “address” a placard on a pavement might catch the eye unemployed, homeless, unseen but most of all forgotten he is a man who seems invisible but he is still a man ------------------------------------------------------------- This is co-written by Paul Callus & Carolyn Devonshire in remembrance of our war veterans. [Published @ Muse to Move (A.P.F. Publisher UK 2017]