I one looked into the eyes <br /> <br />Of a man who wasn’t there <br /> <br />And he scribbled on the air <br /> <br />That the man just didn’t care <br /> <br />But he spoke words as true <br /> <br />As truer words could know <br /> <br />He had somewhere to be <br /> <br />But he had nowhere to go <br /> <br />I heard his feet shuffle the earth <br /> <br />Silently moving <br /> <br />Across the liquid turf <br /> <br />If I could see that man today <br /> <br />Would I notice what he's worth?<br /><br />P.R. Prosper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forgotten-80/
