Category : Poems

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There is an old man
The townspeople hate
He would sit near stores
And beg for their change
It was a major inconvenience
To most everyone around
"He's filthy and creepy"
Is the voice they would sound

Nobody ever really knew him
And nobody really cared
When he held up his sign
They'd look away or even stare
He had his own demons 
And they were never aware

His wife left him for his brother
After he lost his job
The old man's mind was lost
Somewhere back in Vietnam
His kids had been killed
By some drunk in a car
When she should've been home
Instead of drinking at the bar
When you see him on the street
Throw him some money
Cause if the system kills YOU
It won't be so funny, honey