A Tramps Life

“Please”If you care, come walk with me,And you will see,His canvassed, silhouette,Partly glazed, against, the moon lit sky,It’s a picture, for all to see,His face is etched, with the age of time,And his hoval, is,As far as you can see, He’s Damp, cold, and all alone,Friends, lost, in the mire of time,Strangers lurk, sneer; close by,Thought’s had he,But hopes have died,“Watch”As the night calls,And Stirs them to their feet,Pita patter echo’s, from, within their hide,The clouds pouring tears,But only, for you, not him, or me, Blinded, misguided,He does enough, just to survive,Longest days, coldest nights,Maintain a submissive mind,Hermitized; …… drifting,Amongst the rubble Plaines,   Laying on yesterdays news,This is not good for him,-Or a place, that you want to be, Their Stomach’s rumbling,The Food hall beckons,A choice between,Bins, 1, 2, or 3,Consumed on eating,Yesterday’s fries, and maggots,If you please, This tale is nightly,And the routine, - is always the same,Except for faces,Which, occasionally change, A time to ponder, and reason why,A time of thought, guilt, and shame,Come look inside, and find some light,For it is said, that the stars shine bright,Lost am I, deep down inside,Burdened, by passed, and present,Will you be my light,Will you be my guide,Come’ and you can see, But yet, no-one comes,No-one cares,No-one sees me sitting there,Where you may ask,
there under those stairsTo the right of the stars,Under the dark lonely skiesWho cares, they cry,I suppose not you,Nor I