No Home

Man with no home, where are you at? I brought food to where you once sat. "Here I Am!" A voice spoke free and bold, "By this old bin, dead from the cold" I was shocked to find him there, his corpse lie froze, with a death stare. At first, I wept at his sad fate, then grew mad that I was too late. "Weep not" he said. "You loved and tried, There are those who are glad that I died." "My soul flies free and sings a song, my shell lies cold, to right an old wrong." For the One to One, one syllable poem contest.