A Homeless Old Man

Poem By Francis Duggan

'Tis said he has fleas in his long gray beard the homeless and sad faced old man
And his is such a tough existence at the twilight of his life-time span
He drinks cheap brand wines by the bottle perhaps alcohol his downfall
If you judge him don't judge him too harshly or why should one judge him at all
I can say I only know him to see him and I don't know anything of his life
Do not know if he has fathered children or do not know if he has had a wife
He does seem a harmless old fellow without a friend always on his own
He sleeps in a factory doorway and nothing else of him is known
With long straggly gray hair and and shabby clothes to go with his long beard he looks the part of one living rough
Perhaps one in his early seventies the poor old bloke is doing it tough
He is far too old to be homeless his addiction to alcohol his life does control
The hardest of Winter upon us and harsh weather of his life could take toll
Yesterday I see him sitting on a park bench relaxed in the Winter sunshine
Enjoying his life's only comfort a bottle of very cheap wine.

Comments about A Homeless Old Man

Very unfortunate. Hope he makes it.

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