This Man

He sits, an empty day ahead,
Eyes so tired, a heavy heart.
Some prayers, his thoughts within his head.
Seems no one cares if this man were dead.

His mind stays blank
His face like stone,
the seasons beat his aching bones.

Some, they stop & share a cent, others rush, Bigger deals to tend..

This man who never felt it fit to dream.. So Sad, alone, this man, we know..

This, his life, the street his home.
Never to feel the warm glow of a home.

His withered cup sits at his feet,
Few coins, not worth enough to eat.
His shoes so worn & wearing thin.
This man , he holds just one small dream...

For Heaven, this his only hope, a better place, so he's been told!
Where we're all even,
No poor, no rich,
All Gods children.
Never ending hope..

This Man awaits his happy freedom...

For the many homeless God help you all x