I see him sit at the bus stop <br />Still remains, as the bus leaves <br />Hair askew, stubble on face <br />Perspiration and soil stain his sleeves <br />Shoes don’t match no laces in place <br /> <br /> <br />Looking very ragged and pale <br />Eyes red and weary. Expressionless <br />Lights half a cigarette and takes a drag <br />Sipping his beer from a paper bag <br /> <br />People giving way as they pass by <br />The obviously homeless guy <br />Speaking to them all, he gives a holler <br />Asking for a single dollar <br /> <br />Few give change hoping to appease <br />He stands and bows thanking these <br />Hours pass, and night time near <br />Smiling, happy set for his next beer <br /> <br />Moving along a limp in his step <br />Returning with new bottle in bag <br />Lights half a cigarette, takes a drag <br />Laying on the bench content he slept<br /><br />vern eaker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-homeless-man-2/
