Out in the open air <br />Without a place to <br />Rest his poor head, <br />Lies stiff and cold on a pavement <br />Another deserted citizen. <br />What the future holds <br />Is of great interest to him, <br />Can tomorrow bring him <br />The success he is awaiting, <br />When darkness vanishes away? <br />All this holds the interest <br />Of a deserted citizen. <br />Sometimes for an hour or two <br />He allows his thoughts to slip from him, <br />Only to find himself <br />In the noise and bustle, <br />Of busy daily shoppers. <br />Not even the smallest child <br />Will lend a listening ear, <br />Or the wealthiest man <br />Will loan a tiny sum, <br />To put things together <br />No one cares about his welfare. <br />Well! such poor folks like him <br />Are very sad to see, <br />Perhaps, he made his bed this way <br />So no one can be blamed, <br />But regardless of his error <br />He should not be treated so. <br />Of course a house is built <br />House many like him but who will <br />Take his sorrow such answers are left to be had, <br />The only time he might be remembered <br />Is when death comes his way.<br /><br />Louis Richardson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-deserted-citizen/
