Woebegone

Rumpled clothes and dirty shoes looking like he's heard bad news eyes averted, face downcast or is he hiding from his past? Searching for a subway token spirit crushed and heart that's broken listening to the angel's voices rotten luck or rotten choices? Ruffled hair on balding pate always looks like running late tear tracks crust on wrinkled face how did he end up in this place? Poaching from the big green bin doesn't care who's watching him finding smelly buried treasures does he feel relief or pleasure? Find a cache of empty bottles stuff in pockets, off he waddles to the place that pays him cash remind him why they call it trash? Counts his bounty once, then twice always tries to act real nice never trust in case they cheat rules for life, or just the street? People show disgust or pity traumatizing life in city teaches lessons that he's learned can you give the thing he's earned? Born a man; he's someone's son once one of us; now woebegone for he that's fallen through the cracks do we just leave him on the tracks?