Joe the Tramp
On a park bench, cold and damp
Lay the head of Joe the tramp
Covered now in Wednesday's news
Tuesday's sportspage in his shoes
Frozen whiskers, snowflake eyes
Sparrows flutter, as he dies
Reddened fingers clasped in prayer
Crystal ice drops lace his hair
Clutching bottle to his chest
A last companion in final rest
Someone's lover years ago
This humble creature, name of Joe
Rest in peace on winter's wings
While the Christmas angel sings
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