The Bum on the Streets

The bum on the streets

In his lifeless cocoon

Sits in the darkness and looks to the moon

But he can’t see the sky through his broken down eyes

So he sits in dreams and he cries

Sleeping on benches with a newspaper wrap

He thinks of those long ago days

She wanted out and he just let her go

He wonders why it happened that way

And she wonders why he has to be the way he is today.

He picks up a gun and his hands start to shake

He pulls off a hit, lady luck with his fate

But the next time around if he has no control

The next time might just be too late

Standing on street corners begging for more

He leans to a car and she opens the door

He accepts what is offered and becomes quite a man

After all it was part of His plan

Sitting on benches with a glaze in his eyes

He thinks about just a few ways

She tried to change him and he told her no

Was it different when it happened that day?

And she wonders why he has to be the way he is today.

Source: Poems By Steven


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