Nobody notices nobody cares <br />Look at the state of the clothes that he wears <br />His only home is the bench in the park <br />His one friend the bottle comforts him in the dark <br />The police show no interest as they move him along <br />Where in the past did your life turn so wrong? <br />Look at the state of the clothes that he wears <br />Nobody notices, nobody cares <br /> <br />Maybe sometimes, a change in fortune <br />Might bring him food and shelter in a hostelry room <br />But these days though welcome are all too rare <br />For most of the time there just is nobody there <br />A newspaper blanket on a pillow of stone <br />Is all that he ever has all that he owns <br />Ask yourself then just how it is <br />A man who is someone could be subject to this <br /> <br />Where he comes from nobody can tell <br />And where he goes to, well he just might a well <br />Be dead, for no-one would miss him at all <br />Now his life is fading, he tries to recall <br />His wife his friends his children <br />The family next door <br />All killed in an instance from a bomb in the war <br />And now his own life has come to an end <br />He'll die without memorial he's nobody's friend<br /><br />Stephen Holland<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nobody-s-friend/
