The Homeless Man
The Homeless Man
When the wind blows off the water
With it’s icy reminder that it’s growing late
He puts his head down, pulls his scarf tighter
And once again pondered his fate.
It seems he thinks more clearly
When out where the elements rule
They have no respect for his trials
They know how daily life can be cruel.
The leaves are dancing beside him
The dust swirls in some modern dance
He wants to take part in the movement
Consider giving life one more chance.
He’s had constant daily rejections
But some how he’s coped with defeat
He still clings to a hope for tomorrow
This new dawn he reluctantly greets.
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