He wonders along in his tattered rags <br /> Clothes which were once serve good even expensive, <br /> He did buy them. <br /> Some were given to him, some he stole. <br /> He stole them on the street and in the store. <br /> He has a house but house is no home. <br /> Yes there's a door some windows a roof <br /> A porch some steps all in disrepair. <br /> There is even a mother <br /> Or at least she was at the time of his birth. <br /> For you see there haven't been any <br /> Tender feeling since he was a totter <br /> Or none that he could remember anyway. <br /> He has no love in his heart <br /> Least none he wants to acknowledge. <br /> He had sex and it was good, <br /> But true love escapes him, <br /> He's girlfriends and friend girls <br /> But they too, seem not to grasp this love thing. <br /> One once said he was a father <br /> But, he thinks maybe she only wanted money, <br /> Now anybody would do. <br /> For it takes a lot of that <br /> To get along in the world you know. <br /> Friends oh there's been a few. <br /> Ones did the others all doing their thing.<br /><br />Elmer Andrew Cohen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-want-to-die/
