As I walked home with the dawn chorus, <br />5: 30 am, <br />I passed a car that had <br />been thrown into a driveway, <br />the passenger door wide open <br />and it's content's slung, <br />face down, <br />onto the concerette floor. <br /> <br />And I stood there looking <br />at this unconcious stranger <br />I realised that <br />no matter how drunk you think YOU are <br />there's always some poor bastard <br />who's worse off.<br /><br />Neil Gray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-ve-seen-worse/
