When compared to mine his dreams are very humble he does not seek much out of life at all <br />A small flat he could call his home to live in compared to most his wishes seem quite small <br />At sixty seven years he's on the street and homeless a Winter dawn is breaking cold and gray <br />With long gray beard and looking thin and shabby he walks uptown as he does every day. <br /> <br />Some may say at his age he should not be homeless that life's many chances he left them go by <br />But they don't know him or his circumstances he is a person just like you and I <br />So many of us lacking in compassion beyond our own selves we can't seem to see <br />We applaud the wealthy see them as successful and condemn all of those in poverty. <br /> <br />Where did he sleep last night? the thought just chills me <br />perhaps on park bench in the park nearby <br />I feel so lucky I've a warm home to go to and a comfortable bed on which to lie <br />Save for circumstance his lot in life might have been my lot <br />his life story must be one of living hell <br />But who knows if there is a life hereafter his soul may go to live where angels dwell. <br /> <br />A wintery dawn above the city breaking and the nip of winter in the morning air <br />And a homeless man uptown is slowly walking a gray bearded man with long gray straggly hair <br />There's many more like him around this city people like him nowadays no longer rare <br />And when compared to him I feel I have been lucky and by circumstance I have been treated fair.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-homeless-man/
