A scene from the street
Another old man left out alone,
broke, hungry, and without a home.
This man is poor, yet he is rich,
giving his last coin, to a bum in the ditch.
He had a home, he gave it to the needy,
his wallet and shoes, stolen by the greedy.
He is filthy, covered in hair,
eyes pass, believing he is not there.
Gave all he had, what was left got took,
body beaten and frail, yet his soul never shook.
He is happy, he had nothing he'd miss,
and the suffering, own all that was his.
Only a glance is all he'd give,
don't want to talk, only to live.
Young punk gives a dollar with ease,
then asks the man " who is the beast?"
Old mans eyes cover the bill like a kiss,
he looks up, hands it back and says, " This."
broke, hungry, and without a home.
This man is poor, yet he is rich,
giving his last coin, to a bum in the ditch.
He had a home, he gave it to the needy,
his wallet and shoes, stolen by the greedy.
He is filthy, covered in hair,
eyes pass, believing he is not there.
Gave all he had, what was left got took,
body beaten and frail, yet his soul never shook.
He is happy, he had nothing he'd miss,
and the suffering, own all that was his.
Only a glance is all he'd give,
don't want to talk, only to live.
Young punk gives a dollar with ease,
then asks the man " who is the beast?"
Old mans eyes cover the bill like a kiss,
he looks up, hands it back and says, " This."
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