Town Guy – a poem about………..

Walking through this familiar town,

I meet a man who draws a frown.

It’s evident his life’s been tough,

He’s spent some time living rough.

Face so pale and clothes in dirt,

Eyes that speak of years of hurt.

Offering the coins that I can give,

Knowing it’s not enough for him to live.

I cannot know how it must feel,

Struggling to find your latest meal.

No warmth of kind or roof above,

Devoid of friends or any love.

His world is empty, cold and grey,

I wonder if this is his every day.

Offering a smile he shakes my hand,

This gesture truly hasn’t been planned.

I bid him well and make on my way,

Unknown if he’ll survive another day!


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