Steve Harvell Poet Dramatic Monologue

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

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Constance La France August 11, 2025 at 3:33 PM Steve, very deep, we cannot look down on the beggars and people on hard time, for they could be us, any one can be brought down in this society, those in the shadows are worthy of respect and compassion even though their clothes are ripped and dirty, Constance Steve Harvell August 24, 2025 at 7:24 PM I agree Constance, from experience myself than we don't ask life to be. Some say I'm to serious but I say life ain't no joke, it eat you. Some are willing, they just need that helping hand. Be our hearts hard, our own desires of flesh our death. For one is not equal but slave to his own demise.