Clothes are dirty, musty, too small and unfashionable. <br />Hair excessively long, infested, totally unmanageable. <br />Succulent he imbibes from his whiskey bottle. <br />Not a morsel insight, his hardened skin a pallid mottle. <br /> <br />He slouches uncomfortably, alone in his dismal doorway. <br />Abandonment of society, he feels he no longer belongs this day. <br />People with ignorance pass by without a second glance. <br />In this cruel, demoralised world, he doesn't stand a chance. <br /> <br />As darkness looms and loneliness creeps deep and mocks. <br />He prepares for night-fall, submerged with-in his cardboard box. <br />His only hope as he glances way up high. <br />Is a bright silver shining star, his guide in the sky. <br /> <br />Memories of his past have no place in his doomed future. <br />He is damned, not acceptable with-in to-days fine culture. <br />Was spared to live such a lonely, devastating life. <br />Suffering and pain is a norm of to-days strife. <br /> <br />With pity I stand watching, not knowing what the hell to say. <br />I gently smile, hand him loose change, I have saved for this day. <br />Impeccable manners, greets me with delight and a look of surprise. <br />As I turn to walk away, tears fill my blue sad watery eyes. <br /> <br />I admire his strength and courage, it's society I damn. <br />Stood before me is an example of power and integrity with-in this man. <br />I take my hat off to you my homeless friend. <br />I hope you achieve your desires and yearned for fulfilment in the end.<br /><br />Deborah Ashdown<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-homeless-man/
