Lonely man sits, such a sad face
Dumped by the world
He has no confidence
His looks seeem to stagger
No hope in sight
Dirty nails,no shoes
Lonely man stands on the corner
Begging for his grub
No one stops to help
Jush push and fight
His hunger shows by his loose
Fitting cloths
No box for his house
No comfort of a bed
Where will he sleep tonight
Lonely man dreams about tomorrow
It seems
A hospital bed so fresh and clean
That’s what tomorrow will bring
Rebekah Owens
copyright @2005
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