Lonely Man
The figure sat in silent woe
A lonely soul in empty park
He watched the people come and go
The daylight passed and sky drew dark.
He longed to be amongst the crowd
To see his friends up on the street
To walk with head erect and proud
Instead of slouched upon this seat
But all his friends are long since dead
His money gone his pride as well
His thoughts are of the life he's led
Huddled in his private hell
A ragged coat upon his back
His hair of grey now long and thin
His shirt is just a piece of sack
Held together with a pin
He shivered on his lonely seat
Dead autumn leaves brushed at his face
He groaned and struggled to his feet
It's time he left this lonely place
Lighted windows passed he by
Bright fires and laughter warmth and rest
He stopped to look and gave a sigh
And pulled his coat about his chest
His home a basement dark and old
With crumbling walls and broken panes
Everything is damp and cold
With seeping water from the drains.
How lonely can a person be
Alone in rooms so bare
We do not look
We do not see
How many of us care !
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