The Old Man

He walks the dark alley's, unforeseen roaming His life finds worthless circumstances to nature existence Belly rumbles hunger, need a dying sleepless thirst Once on a path to something before nothing Stricken from life the dignity must swallow He crumbles in streets, his pain felt deep What am I but a man of worldly demise That my needs, materials a must feed like food To live its happy life, what my purpose being Except I am here who is to blame My God who leads or price of life I pay Struggle of reality wise eyes see truth Can not hide among society dragging streets Clothes ripped like trees from earth My breath, my faith in hope lingers I breathe, therefore I am not dead to life But a gasp of air that recycles through Here today, gone tomorrow's time unknown Minutes ticking the wilderness I lay No doubt I am more, emptiness void tingles I am heart, I am love, I am man The old man of life's creation till death The forgotten innocent to pocket change Beneath your feet I walk the shadows