I was feeling quite dejected in the mood for self sympathy <br />Pondering on my poor existence on the fringe of poverty <br />Till the sight of an old fellow sleeping by an elm tree <br />Made me realize I'm lucky there's many worse off than me. <br /> <br />Sleeping on the damp grass without a blanket wearing tattered clothes and torn shoes <br />If one had a magic genie his type of life one would not choose <br />Long gray hair looking dishevelled he was looking the worst for wear <br />With his mouth wide open snoring in the chilly morning air. <br /> <br />In a World where some have too much it seems a human tragedy <br />That so many far too many live in abject poverty <br />Even in park by a wealthy suburb a poor old fellow sleeping rough <br />In a so called egalatarian society that hardly seems good enough. <br /> <br />And it galls me just a little to hear some say that one like him does have a choice <br />The only free things such people offer is their useless words of free advice <br />One thing I find about these people is that they do differentiate <br />Of the social divide they are supporters and they know how to discriminate. <br /> <br />For myself I was feeling sorry but I was jolted back to reality <br />By the sight of a poor man sleeping on the damp grass by a tree <br />Without even a single blanket for to protect him from the cold <br />There doesn't seem much of a future for one Homeless, frail and old.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-s-many-worse-off-than-me/
