Tossed away and left <br />crawling through the gutter. <br />They glance and walk <br />away, uncaringly. <br />Alone in a crowd they leave me; <br />Stopping, staring, sneering, <br />Looking, watching, leaving. <br />On through the drains I go, <br />In hope of some place better.<br /><br />Johnny Golding<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tramp/
